Echoing shadows of good times br Blasted from the bells of honour br No more history to tell br Progressions has changed us br Lightly inhabited valley br A trademark throughout br Firstly known for beauty br Lastly known for failure br Revolution famed our culture br A signature sight br Importance we felt br In our southern land br Sorrow as black as coal we once mined br Where once, br More than one loaf made presence on our table br Iron equal as coal has made us. br Humanity in the land of murdered daughter, br By saxan hands. br An industry evolves. br Nevertheless, br Our celtic sacred land br Stays within its template. br Growth is rapid, society is born. br Through blackened features br Happiness is seen br Rejoice economics for we are earning our br Bread of heaven. br Life drilled into the echoes of the valley br Hour by hour we fed the world br Privileged with our present to survival br What more can we ask br To good to be true we must stay strong. br 1979, that bitch has killed us br and I am not yet born but already dead br FREE MARKET ECONOMICS br Fighting words br War has started, honest men will perish br Belts and power stayed slumbered br No sign of light br Echoing shadows of good times br Drowned by despair br Guilty BITCH, br Decisions and actions by you br Have lost us forever. br Forever Wales.