Noi siamo schiavi di Roma...loro invece non lo saranno MAI di nessuno...

[Dragonball (POL)]

Rule Britannia !

When Britain first at Heav'n's command
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain;

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves

The nations not so blest as thee,
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

Still mor majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

To thee belongs the rural reign;
They cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to juide the fair.

Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves:
Britons never will be slaves.


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[asburgico]

Secondo alcuni il prossimo Arcivescovo di Canterbury probabilmente non sarà anglo-sassone.

[naglfar]

MANOWAR "Hail To England"


Raise sails head for the open sea.

With sails full of wind - our hearts

Overflow with belief.


The guest for the grail to England

We sail, with our steel. We

Bring what was lost. If

Lives are the cost, let it be.


Strong she stands - reaching her

Hand. Brave and grand. On English

Ground - we were born. Proudly

We return. - To English shore



Hail, hail to England -

Hail, hail, hail.



We march from the hills

Down to London Town. -

Join Raise your hand - or hide

When we ride for the crown.


The sign of the hammer and

The black winds blow through

The night. Long was our wait

Our meeting with Fate is tonight.


Strong she stands - reaching her

Hand. Brave and grand. On English

Ground - we were born. Proudly

We return. - To English shore


Hail, hail to England -

Hail, hail, hail.



Standing tall - one and all -

Light the hall. -



Years have passed - I've dreamed

of this day.

As we raise our hands - we

proudly say.


Hail, hail to England -

Hail, hail, hail.