The fields of green are stepped with red blood
our comrades lifeless in the mud
A king his temple wiped by a cloth of gold
today a nations history will be told

Upon a hill a dragon roars
unfurls its wing the dragon soars
He raises his sword to a nations cry
passionate hearts unafraid to die

The enemy routed from their land
sons and daughters together stand
The dragons roar set them to flight
in pursuit long into the night

Yet as we march into our two thousandth year
we still fight for freedom with no fear
"We are still hear", became the cry
but for how much longer we wounder, why

Then the dragon roars upon that hill
our hearts and souls began to fill
With the pride and passion that made our land
so, our sons and daughter make one last stand

History will tell us about our last fight
and if the enemy was routed long into the night
And if the dragon is still soaring above, so high
and if, "We are still hear" is still our battle cry

Ry'n ni yma o hyd