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 k** 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 k** - THE FLAME THAT NEVER DIES