The Merchant Princes Lyrics

A bountied legion, risen from the light
They lay us under siege, avarice and might
In an armour forged of guile and of deceit
They will find no shelter here

Trade is a sword
A mighty weapon of war
The Merchant Princes call
And they wield
Trade as a sword

Fly to Korell - watcher, enemy
Dull the tyrant's blade, prove your loyalty
Spread our conquest not by glory but by gain
Building iron atomic reign

Son of Smyrno, heed my plight
Bless my atomic steel this night
Son of Korrell, now behold
Iron and coal will turn to gold

Sons of Smyrno sacrificed
Hostage now to greed and vice
Sons of Korell, honour sold
In Foundation's stranglehold