Though all the world should grovel and bend
To the minions of deepest hell,
Our days of glory shall not end,
Where brave men fought and brave men fell!
We’ll take a stand to save our land
And march with the Lad of Luton!
Let cowards crawl to the godless Huns,
The bloodthirsty offspring of Cain,
Who rape our daughters, slay our sons,
The earth with Christian blood to stain!
We’ll take a stand to save our land
And march with the Lad of Luton!
The phony frauds who kiss the feet
Of deviants and desert rats
Are but a dull and dim elite
Of self-enriching bureaucrats!
We’ll take a stand to save our land
And march with the Lad of Luton!
Invading hordes shall not replace
Us lion-hearts, us British folk,
Nor unelected swindlers place
Our necks in Europe’s bloody yoke!
We’ll take a stand to save our land
And march with the Lad of Luton!
The reign of truth and right is nigh,
From every belfry let it ring!
Receive the torch and hold it high,
To light the way for Christ our King!
With Him we stand to save our land,
And march with the Lad of Luton!
© Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.
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