Dark Forest (UK) - Sons Of England lyrics

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