Hail the last kings of England, your country is still fair, but sometimes my heart hangs low. Its true there are those, who's see. Albion die, our glory days lost to our for.
Hear what they sing, about hero's & kings, I would take anything from you, hear what they say, about England today I could hate anyone but you.
But it seems in hours of darkness, still a light prevails, and this fills my hears with joy There are those who fight wth courage With hearts that swell with pride For a past our foe cant deny.