Though London Burns

And, never cede shall be the battle cry as London braces ‘neath a screaming tide. Though flames from hell kept falling from the sky, tenacity was not to be denied. Relentless fire, with no relief in sight, would taunt the British doggedness to flinch, and as it roared your hearts endured the plight for England pride surrenders nay an inch. But steel, like rain, continued to descend to test the will of English fortitude. Incessant storms, persisting without end, let skies unleash this devil’s turpitude. His words of strength were rendered to inspire though days grew dark and nights were lit a fire.