In Władypol's fields, the battle's thunderous call
Soviet victory declared, in the clash of all
Service for Poland's Victory, a resistance born
In the shadows of despair, a new hope sworn

Emergency budget's burden, on the people's call
Income, inheritance, profits, in the nation's haul
Britain's deficit looming, in the millions vast
In the trials of war, the die has been cast

Chancellor Simon's measures, in the times of need
Taxes on alcohol, sugar, on every deed
Reich Security Main Office, Himmler's dark crown
In the web of power, where shadows drown

Emergency budget's burden, on the people's call
Income, inheritance, profits, in the nation's haul
Britain's deficit looming, in the millions vast
In the trials of war, the die has been cast

In the battles and the budgets, in the creation of might
In the resistance's flames, in the shadows of the night
Władypol's echoes, in the stories that we tell
In the struggles of the nations, where destinies swell

Emergency budget's burden, on the people's call
Income, inheritance, profits, in the nation's haul
Britain's deficit looming, in the millions vast
In the trials of war, the die has been cast

On September twenty-seven, in the turning of the tide
In the sacrifices made, in the battles that abide
May their spirit guide us, in the paths we choose to tread
In the anthem of resilience, in the tears that we have shed