#1
We are the music makers
Wandering by lone sea-breakers.
With wonderful deathless duties
We build up World's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory.

Thus freedom now so seldom wakes
Only for some heart indignant brakes
So glory's thrill is over
Into the days of yorne

The harp that once sang through halls
Now hangs as a mute upon the walls
The soul of music shed
As if that soul were dead
So sleep the pride of former days
And hearts that once beat high for praise

Thus freedom now so seldom wakes
Only for some heart indignant brakes
So glory's thrill is over
Into the days of yorne
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#2
I decided to add another stanza:

The harp I loved never spoke again
For I tore its cords and said
"Thou soul of love and bravery
Shall never sound in slavery!"
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I hear this in a Folk Metal/Black Metal song, something like Blind Guardian.

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