No light of dawn will shine upon their false red flags

There is no compromise, today retreat is not an option

Grim faced and awake we watch their crimeful gathering

As their hallow slogans echo through the East End streets

Right here, right now, we will put them in their place



See the Blackshirts are marching

But this time they will not brave the storm

Shoulder to shoulder we stand

This is a somber season but my heart is filled with confidence

Believe me today, they shall not pass this way



Not yet corrupted

Not yet forced into their lines

Adamant and resolute

Under streaming banners they defile

Lulled into false sense of security

Nevermore the sound of marching boots

Will hall through Cable Street

Those who play with fire shall burn themselves today



See the Blackshirts are marching

But this time they will not brave the storm

Shoulder to shoulder we stand

This is a somber season but my heart is filled with confidence

Believe me today, they shall not pass this way



From different sides of a society

But now together upon the barricade

Side by side we fight the fear and terror

Hand in hand we strike – united by the enemy



Strike down their colours

They shall not pass

Strike down their colours

They shall not pass

They will pass

Never again