Oh glorious lands That we've shaped With weary hands Oh merciless seas That we've sailed On bended knees Oh great walls of stone That we have built On shattered bones Oh winter nights of black That we've endured On broken backs We raise a glass and sing Our voices echoing Throughout these halls We laugh and we dance But we will never forget What our history holds Home... Oh dreadful dark That we've lit With weary hearts Oh ancient trees of old That we have felled On bloodied soles Oh endless stormy skies That we've survived With tired eyes Oh mighty mountains range That we have scaled With fire in our veins We raise a glass and sing Our voices echoing Throughout these halls We laugh and we dance But we will never forget What our history holds Home... We raise a glass and sing Our voices echoing Throughout these halls We laugh and we dance But we will never forget What our history holds... Home... We raise a glass and sing Our voices echoing Throughout these halls We laugh and we dance But we will never forget What our history holds