On Albion's Plain

A dream's a sorry master to steady rein

Just a greedy imposter that will fix your game

And the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves

A trap for fools on Albion's plain

Watch the things you gave life to, broken and cursed

And though Europe may die, this death well-rehearsed

You will plough the lone furrow, just the same

And build it back up, on Albion's plain

And now they lost it all in that one pitch and toss

And you're never to breathe a word about your loss

Well they can't force your heart, can't force your faith

So you might as well hold on, on Albion's plain

You will learn how to hide, lеarn how to begin

You will learn how to print, what no censor lеts in

For no flag is flown, no fuss is made

And there's no shits given, on Albion's plain

Watch the dreams you gave life to, broken and cursed

And though Europe may die, it's death well-rehearsed

All we can do now is just wait for the rains

And hope to find a new master on Albion's plain

And hammer your thoughts into unity...