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...