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Story: A young nobleman is betrayed and cast out by corrupt lords who strip him of title and land. Forced into exile, he learns survival through struggle, discipline, and the blade. Each scar becomes a lesson. Each loss becomes fuel. Outcasts and mercenaries begin to follow him, not because he promises wealth, but because he proves his worth. When the time comes, he returns not as a lord by inheritance but as a leader forged in fire. He does not wear a crown because he was born to it. He wears it because the people choose him. A king of men. Not of gold. Credits Written and Created by Abraham Maguire Inspired by traditional Celtic and medieval folk ballads Copyright Notice Copyright © 2026 Abraham Maguire. All Rights Reserved. This original composition, including lyrics, concept, and creative direction, is the intellectual property of Abraham Maguire. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, performance, or use of this work without written permission is strictly prohibited. Lyrics: Hear now, hear now! Born in silk, in candlelight, House of gold, a noble right, Whispers spun and knives were drawn, By break of day his name was gone. Sign and seal, a liar’s pen, Lord at dusk, a man by ten. Oh drink it down, drink it fast! A crown of coin will never last! They stole his land, they broke his name, But iron hearts outlive the game! Boots in mud, hands cut raw, Learned the blade, learned hunger’s law, Every scar a lesson paid, Every loss a debt he made. Steel do not care for blood or birth, Only weight, and will, and worth. Oh laugh it up, you perfumed lords! He learned his truth from broken swords! No silk cloak, no silver ring, But fire enough to shame a king! Outcasts came from road and war, Sell swords, thieves, and something more, Coin for food, faith for pay, They followed him the hard earned way. When banners burned and debts came due, He paid them back, one lie per throat, The halls ran red with borrowed truth, And silence bought his final vote. So sing it loud, from dock to throne! The best made kings rise up alone! No crown he wore till people swore, Their faith was worth far more than gold! A king of men, not blood or crown, Now pour another, drink it down!