A tyrant's sham, illusion most uncouth
Betrays the people of Beauty, rare forsooth
People's wisdom doubted of its truth
When they the gift of Heaven duly hath
Forever incurring petty tyrant's wrath
The mannacles descend, and maim the mind
By devils with pretence they're so refined
They lead the lovers, whilst their own hearts blind
Freebirds sense direction of the wind
Sweet soar! The tyrants languish, left behind.

From immemorial time their lies assailed
Lady freedom, from whence the war cry wailed
See the lawmakers bring justice to her knees
Captive on their island on jaded seas
Too callous and remote to take her pleas
To breathe free air, stunning by degrees
But people will her return, to their shores
Her heart so irresistable to adore
Her triumph sweet foretold in ancient lore
Lo! The victory, the end of war.