The moss that grows on England’s bones
Is dark and green and grows unseen
Cold hearts moulder in the earth
Beneath the oaks that they gave birth

So fill the breach with English dead
And fill your head with English dread
Give us today our daily bread
As Good King James himself once said

Unquiet dead in earthen tombs
Awaiting lies of Albion
Jerusalem was founded here
Back in 1984

So fill the breach with English dead
And fill your head with English dread
Give us today our daily bread
As Good King James himself once said

Tower blocks of beaten grey
Rise over all that they survey
And children play among the cars
Blessed are they beneath the stars

So fill the breach with English dead
And fill your head with English dread
Give us today our daily bread
As Good King James himself once said