Fire of the sun flowers crumble into dust   The seed shall scatter and die   Light in her eyes pours black on their lives   We gather round a funeral pyre      And here we stand   In old England's land   Shattered glass on the ground   There are no words   To console this earth   To restore old England's pride      Never in a million or so years   Did we suffer so much bloodshed      Here comes the man with the warm and gentle hands   Her name burned into his brow   Scorn in her eyes her back to the cries   We spit upon the life that never was      And here we stand   In old England's land   The rose is choked by it's thorn   She will cast salt    For your wound   Old England wears no crown      Never in a million or so years   Did we suffer so much bloodshed      Never in a million or so years   We didn't want to hurt you   But it's not over yet      No never in a million or so years   Did we suffer so much bloodshed