Oh glorious land That we have shaped, with weary hands Oh merciless seas That we have sailed, on bended knees Oh great walls of stone That we have built, on shattered bones Oh winter nights of black That we’ve endured, on broken backs
Chorus We raise a glass and sing Our voices echoing Throughout these halls We laugh and we dance But we will never forget What our history holds Home...
Oh dreadful dark That we’ve lit, with weary hearts Oh ancient trees of old That we have felled, on bloodied soles Oh endless stormy skies That we’ve survived, with tired eyes Oh mighty mountain range That we have scaled, with fire in our veins