From land to sea in now quiet and mistful skys
The British empire once spread its wings so ever wide
From every corner of the world unveiled and let.
So no day on the Empire would the sun and moon ever set.
From Her old and contemporary cobbled streets in Rich Belgravia
To Her Flag left to die that once set on sea of the biggest navy.
Her empires ruling never ended and never forgotten
and kept in books like non fictions and the fantasy.
Her homeland sparse and wide; her farmland feeding its engine
Her roads date back to the Romans, to the celts, to the Vikings, and to the Saxons.
The cool breeze on a spring morning, to the winter cold and wistful sunset
From the Northern Unicorn, to the flyng St. George and to the mountainous Welsh Dragons.
O\' Empire, vast and wide where would the world be without you
thy power and might to crush the will of the evil like a lion
and strike the serpent like a knight
Be in god\'s good will that thou shall not perish and in fact
The empire shall live on forever. Rule Britannia!