Where never is found in dusk, nor darkness,
Where sun never sets on sweeping plains,
where all we have gleams fire with brightness
where to the world we hold the reigns
In Majesty’s hand sits mighty shield
while silent dreadnoughts scythe the waves
to darkness, tide, they shall not yield
we never, ever shall be slaves
In scoundrel ’emperor’
corsicans sight our proud
standard does not fall
and come the charge of
Tuetons might, we face them alone,
alone but for all
No bounds to our reach, new lands we may seek yet home shall ever be
oh land of green and pleasantry,
our sceptred isle, alone, at sea.

