Kneel Britannia

Kneel Britannia

 

When Britain first, at Blair's command

Overthrew the culture main,

Brought foreign turmoil to the land,

It caused the natives endless pain.

Kneel Britannia! Kneel before the waves

Of Muslims who have made you slaves.

 

From nations not so blest as thee,

Under the thumb of tyrants all,

They could not stand you great and free,

And they set out to make you small.

Kneel Britannia! Kneel before the waves

Of Muslims who have made you slaves.

 

You grew, as you strove just to please,

More dhimmi, from each foreign stroke;

Your every effort to appease

Served but your freedom to revoke.

Kneel Britannia! Kneel before the waves

Of Muslims who have made you slaves.

 

The fierce jihadis have you tamed

They need but threats to bend you down,

You won't stand up, yet feel no shame;

Gone are the days of your renown.

Kneel Britannia! Kneel before the waves

Of Muslims who have made you slaves.

 

To thee has come sharia reign:

Thy cities fear the mob's revenge

For any words that give it pain.

Free speech has met a sorry end!

Kneel Britannia! Kneel before the waves

Of Muslims who have made you slaves.

 

The Muses, reeling still with shock,

Feel thy unhappy coast's despair;

Lost Isle! To which the aliens flock,

No manly hearts to guard the fair.

Kneel Britannia! Kneel before the waves

Of Muslims who have made you slaves.

 

Rule Britannia

 

When Britain first, at Heaven's command

Arose from out the azure main;

This was the charter of the land,

And guardian angels sang this strain:

"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:

"Britons never will be slaves."

 

The nations, not so blest as thee,

Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall;

While thou shalt flourish great and free,

The dread and envy of them all.

"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:

"Britons never will be slaves."

 

Still more 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! 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! rule the waves:

"Britons never will be slaves."

 

To thee belongs the rural reign;

Thy cities shall with commerce shine:

All thine shall be the subject main,

And every shore it circles thine.

"Rule, 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 crown'd,

And manly hearts to guard the fair.

"Rule, Britannia! rule the waves:

"Britons never will be slaves."