This is Britain A land of contradiction United by a Kingdom Divided by benediction. There is friction And there were rivers of blood. Where lions and tigers and dragons Would stop and drink, toast to the flood. All the waters of the Atlantic Couldn't wash these shores clean A damming testament of conquest Atlantis was a dream, Built on wooden boats Cast in irons with an empires hopes. Though the sins of the father are great The children walk with a sombre gait Fields of roses Both White and Red Blossom on the hallowed ground of the Dead. Roman laws and Norman Lords Drowned out a Celtic cry A longship silhouetted Against a bleak obsidian sky. The hunted become haunted by the ghosts of yore. Pagan druids scythe mistletoe As Haleys comet they saw Around circles of stone for now and Evermore