The colours of our love are blue and gold: They blaze above us in the night. And, in our hearts hide secrets yet untold, Illumined by autumnal light. Adorned with wreaths of flame, Garlands of our desire, Our voices will proclaim The beauty of the fire - the dawn of our empire!
Creation's current courses through our veins: Winter dispelled by our sunrise. Shall we attain an everlasting reign, And lay claim to the purest prize? To guard forevermore The crop of culture's creed; To live unto the law, At one in word and deed - from Mammon's Moloch freed!
A silver crown wrought from the darkest red, From shoots of life that springtide sends. Shoulder to shoulder with the holy dead, Our aristocracy ascends.
The colours of our love are never known: The beacons of their summer shine. As essence ripens from the seed we've sown, Our faith breaks through the wall of time… .