Sons of England - Dark Forest

I was born a son of this land

No lords, no masters

Free, like all, to live my own way

Bow down to no man

Stand up now your freedom calls!

Let torn wastelands grow

The fruit of this soil is our own

We’re free to reap what we sow

Lords on high will do as they please

And sell what’s not theirs

Rule our lives, destroy all we know

Our way of living

Stand up now your freedom calls!

Our deep roots are strong

Can’t take us from where we belong

This land is ours, we are one!

Beneath the burning sky

You’ll hear our voices cry

We’re sons of England

And we’re never letting go again

We all hold the power to shape

And change our future

Slaves get told, but we are free men

And we will not let go

Stand up now your freedom calls!

Where wild roses grow

Far from the industrial glow

There lies the land that we know

Beneath the burning sky

You’ll hear our voices cry

We’re sons of England

And we’re never letting go again