In every British heart, there burns immortal flames. A pride that never wavers,
a valour yet untamed. The enemies of Britain won't cease to wonder why. They
can never beat - the flame that never dies.
In the depths of English countryside, there's something in the air. A pride filled sense of history, of battle un-compared. A love of life, a rural charme besets the land's blue skies. And none can ever dampen - the flame that never dies.
On the sides of Scotland's mountains, the feeling's all around. The stirring skirl of pipers, none can beat the sound. The heather on the lochside, the streams ne're run dry. They can try, but they can't tame - the flame that never dies.
On the streets of Ulster, the flag is always seen. A sign of distant victories, and more that yet shall be. To stay as part of Britain, many heroes died. No enemy will ever smash - the flame that never dies.
The Welshman in his country, a language of his own. There's strength in British union, ensuring safer homes. Diversity and culture, the British peoples' pride. Again they've tried and failed to kill - the flame that never dies.
They can kill the British people and try to drag us down, they can jail us on false charges, repression all around. But as British man, we will not bend, our Union Jacks we'll fly. Again they've tried and failed to kill - the flame that never dies. The flame that never dies.
In the depths of English countryside, there's something in the air. A pride filled sense of history, of battle un-compared. A love of life, a rural charme besets the land's blue skies. And none can ever dampen - the flame that never dies.
On the sides of Scotland's mountains, the feeling's all around. The stirring skirl of pipers, none can beat the sound. The heather on the lochside, the streams ne're run dry. They can try, but they can't tame - the flame that never dies.
On the streets of Ulster, the flag is always seen. A sign of distant victories, and more that yet shall be. To stay as part of Britain, many heroes died. No enemy will ever smash - the flame that never dies.
The Welshman in his country, a language of his own. There's strength in British union, ensuring safer homes. Diversity and culture, the British peoples' pride. Again they've tried and failed to kill - the flame that never dies.
They can kill the British people and try to drag us down, they can jail us on false charges, repression all around. But as British man, we will not bend, our Union Jacks we'll fly. Again they've tried and failed to kill - the flame that never dies. The flame that never dies.
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