the bards shall sing of deeds long done of fallen wolves of Avalon the bards shall sing of broken blades great tales of glory never to fade. They shall say of Arthur, and his warrior band to a man they fell at cold Camlan twas long ago these deeds were done Let us never forget what we have become.
The bards shall sing when death prevailed. When warriors clad in legionary mail, did face the beast across the sea the horde of death and slavery but British steel and a will to be free for outlaws from hell, together were we all battle scarred we wolves of war free like the raven wild as the boar
This land may fall, its enemies may reign but we shall never kneel, we shall never be chained. For this is our British soil, and we shall defend it till the end.