CROWN OF THORNS

Under moonlight, through the mist,

A kingdom built on blood and fists.

The crown sits high, the people bleed,

But one outlaw rides for those in need.

Black cloak riding through the forest,

Bowstring singing like a warning.

Sherwood shadows hide his name,

While the castle feeds its golden flame.

They took the grain, they took the gold,

Left hungry children in the cold.

So from the trees, beneath the stars,

A rebel rose with battle scars.

Hear the drums beyond the walls,

Hear the people when the kingdom falls.

One arrow flying through the night,

One spark can start a thousand fights!

RISE! Against the crown!

RISE! Tear their banners down!

From the ashes, from the pain,

We’ll take the gold and break the chains!

No king can own our hearts tonight,

We are the wolves beneath the moonlight!

HEY! HEY! Let the kingdom know—

The outlaw lives, and we won’t bow!

The sheriff hunts with iron men,

Swearing he will find them then.

But every road and every tree

Whispers where the rebels flee.

A maiden waits beside the fire,

Her love burning like a funeral pyre.

“Come back alive,” she whispers low,

“There’s still a home wherever we go.”

STEEL!

BLOOD!

BROKEN CROWN!

THE TYRANT’S EMPIRE BURNS DOWN!

No throne!

No chains!

No fear!

Tonight the outlaws disappear!

We ride!

We fight!

Through the darkness into light!

Take from the rich, give hope to the poor,

Kick down the gates, break open the doors!

RISE! Against the crown!

RISE! Tear their banners down!

Though our hearts have scars to show,

We’ll never kneel, we’ll never bow!

When the morning paints the sky,

Let the legend never die.

From Sherwood deep to distant lands,

Freedom lives in outlaw hands.

The crown was gold…

The forest was green…

But the greatest kingdom

Was the freedom they’d dreamed.