~ by Artem Serebennikov

Through sundry lands, familiar and unknown,

We carried forth the eagle-sign of Rome.

We guard this land against the ills that roam –

No Hadrian can stem them with his stone.

Sarmatian, Roman, Britt – the trumpet’s blown,

‘Tis time to undertake a high emprise,

Take up your swords and from this table arise,

Let treachery and vileness be o’erthrown!

Though mighty Rome be from this Island gone

And Roman reign by Roman hand undone,

New citadels will here henceforth stand.

My sword, be steadfast in this mental fight

Until it rises forth in splendour bright –

A Camelot in green and pleasant land.