The Rise

When clouds have grown so men cannot see
And not a single bit of them is free,
Then shall the king arise.
The true king will arise.

When hidden in hovels in the darkest night,
When afraid of our oppressor’s dastardly might,
Then shall the king arise.
The true king will arise.

With hair not brown and not golden still,
And eyes of a blue that hides determined will,
Then shall the king arise.
Hail, our true king, arise.

His heart is kind and brave and right,
He will take away our people’s fright.
Then shall the king arise.
This is how our true king will rise.

From the lowest of lows to the highest of highs,
He will clear the earth and brighten the sky.
Then shall the king arise.
The true king of Timberdrop rise.

With our swords we fervently wait,
To win back his kingdom; to hurry along fate.
Then shall the king arise.
Our true king shall soon rise.

He’s coming soon, hear the cry;
Then shall the king arise, the true king will arise.
The true king will arise. The true king … will rise!