Land of my birth
You have fallen into darkness
Your people once fought
To dwell in freedom and prosperity
Yet fate did overturn it all
When the horns of war are sounding
Let the flame of England burn
As the lightning strikes the mountain
Then the ghosts of England shall return
Land of my pride
You have known the taste of betrayal
Your fair pastures green
Once saw a thousand gold-bright warriors
Fight until death or victory
When the horns of war are sounding
Let the flame of England burn
As the lightning strikes the mountain
Then the ghosts of England shall return
When the blood of men is stirring
Let the rose of England bloom
See the Golden Age returning
Born again from within the English womb
Dark horizons through the years
Blackened dreams and frozen tears
In the shadows I await
Bound to all our destinies
I'm bound to England's fate
When the horns of war are blown
Ride across these Stiperstones
Silver shadows pierce the sky
Come the hour when steel meets bone
Look for the final signs
Through the ages
The dream of freedom never died
When hope has left you
Look out towards the mountain side
I shall return
And all our loss shall be restored
The Flame shall burn
The Rose shall bloom for evermore