Made a tryst with history;
to decipher Albion's secret;
Need no meeting;
rivers sing in unison.
Albion the great;
your Giants wail;
Bogglo's myth;
see them feast.
A long spell;
never far fetched;
Your reign is indelible;
make Albion terrible.
A giant awakes;
Albion's great;
Brutus of Troy;
fear the worst.
Not yours to take;
not a path to dictate.
Albion is our home;
go and return to your hold;
Albion's secret;
we will never give it.
Ready the front;
ready the squad;
A land of treasures and gold;
who else but Albion's taste.
March on her walls;
ice with no salt;
Beseech her land;
Albion's time is ripe.
Press on with resolve;
let your hearts pierce her thoughts.
Giants arise; S
doom is on the rise;
Guard Albion;
guard with no distraction.
Ready the clubs;
the sky will not see her fall;
Souls of the seven walls;
guard Albion's cause.
Albion will be great;
Giants guard her gates;
She is ours to take;
no one knows the cake.
Where is Albion? ;
she rests in Sodom.
Albion's time is past;
She lives in fright.
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