Oh Woe is Britannia

Woe is Britannia, the peoples of light look on their faces with hate, we lay a world devided..

Woe is Britannia, the servant of our lord, thee Governor-Regent hath betrayed his trust, taken his throne, what truth does he have?

Woe is Britannia, pretender, sir of lies, whom takes the throne for the people, and has not the kindness to tell them!

Woe is Britannia, tyrant, thirsty for the goblet of power! You drop it to the floor and drink from the fountain of greed! Thy rule not the world!

Woe is Britannia, claimant of the crown, theif! taker of goods whom dares to steal from one who has done much to earn his seat everlasting as King!

Woe is Britannia, wars breath blows onto our bodies.. destroyer of peace! Halt! Britannia has suffered too much battle and war!

Woe is Britannia, peoples of light, faithful to the principles, and her virtues, do not stray from her belly!

Woe is Britannia, seperated by a man, while evil plans and waits.. Can we be so blind!?

Oh woe is Britannia..

What will survive.. if we follow the flag.. of the false king..