作曲：Tilman Sillesc
 作词：Tilman Sillesc

 Far, far away, lies a kingdom of old
 With green fields of plenty and hills full of gold
 But the gold of the crown’s long been sullied and stained
 As decadent lords sit on fortunes ill-gained

 Far away fires burn, I can hear trumpets call
 See banners waving, knights calling us all:
 All you lords all you ladies, come forth and join hands
 Bring freedom and glory to these lands again