In times where dragons flew over our hills
Oppression of poor folks was a game of skill
For the people in fur, for the people in robes
Approved with a smile of their popes

'Cross and sword' covered up this land like a shroud
A few people left the shade of the crown
To live in their vans and with mother earth
And to give to the tyrant what tyrants deserve

So the king sent his soldiers, loyal veterans
On horses, in armour, with swords in their hands 
To take our freedom, to destroy our dreams
To bind us in chains, in cold dungeons deep
To ravage our homes, to break our bones
But never our spirit, our will and our songs
Never our spirit, our will and our songs
Lalala - lalala - lalala...

289 knights of the king
Started their attack while we did sing
A song from our heart, 'We don't need a crown'
Until their truncheons came down

Sir, what was the reason, did you get the sense
For this act of power and violence?
Was it fear of free people, freedom, harmony
Or a question of authority?

So the king sent his soldiers, loyal veterans
On horses, in armour, with swords in their hands 
To take our freedom, to destroy our dreams
To bind us in chains, in cold dungeons deep
To ravage our homes, to break our bones
But never our spirit, our will and our songs
Never our spirit, our will and our songs
Lalala - lalala - lalala...

Years later the king hung down from an oak
A raven landed on the cold strangled bloke
He ate first his eyes and later his nose
It's always the same how a king rules and goes

To take our freedom, to destroy our dreams
To bind us in chains, in cold dungeons deep
To ravage our homes, to break our bones
But never our spirit, our will and our songs

To take our freedom, to destroy our dreams
To bind us in chains, in cold dungeons deep
To ravage our homes, to break our bones
But never our spirit, our will and our songs
Never our spirit, our will and our songs