The Flame That Never Dies

In every British heart, there burns immortal flames,

A pride that never wavers, a valor 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 live, a rural charm 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 skirt of pipers, none can beat the sound, The heather on the

lochside, the streams ne'er 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 could 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 people's pride, Together we will stand and fuel -

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 men,

we will not bend, our Union Jack's we'll fly, Again they've tried and

failed to kill - THE FLAME THAT NEVER DIES