My son will not be bound
My son will not be bound, oh
My son will fly over your heads
My son my son my son will soar

"You stray away from your forge
You peasent, what are you good for?"
I knew that voice but somehow now
It sounded like a roar

"I rode up to your home myself
After I received reports
That you stole gold from one of my knights
Oh are you really that poor?"

I thought I had seen a taste of god
Until now it just seemed like a facade
Sometimes when something cuts your skin
The bleeding never stops

Next to him stood the Knight
With the heart of gold
The same one who
Gave this pouch I hold

You gave me this gold
Said feed my son
My god
How can you be so cold

Are you to punish me
For my sins?
When I've only done
What I was told?

My words just bounce
Off of the armor
That I forged to
Protect their souls