6 September 2012
You murder our country
You ruin our lands
Our crops cease to grow yet you cut off our hands
We are not thieves
Merely trying to survive
We are not naive
We see through your lies
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn't put Britain together again
So pass me the rope
And I'll tie the knot
We'll dream of a country that we once forgot
Dethrone • Opuss № I