Tomorrow Belongs to Me ... British 2085

Fear. Fear is a cause and reason to have a song of hope, and of glory. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the return of magic. Fear of children being born as elves and dwarves. Fear of people goblinizing into trolls and orcs.
Fear as a new deadly virus spread across the world multiple times. Fear of strange beings emerging from a long sleep. Dragons being the most frightful menace to be seen. Fear of governmental and societal collapse.
From fear came a new leader, a new party with a song of old revamped for the new times.

The sun on the rose is summery warm.

Three lions roar proud and free.

But gather again to greet the new armada.

Tomorrow belongs to me.

The branch of the oak is leafy and green,

The Thames gives its gold to the sea.

But somewhere a glory awaits unseen.

Tomorrow belongs to me.

Arthur in his cairn is opening his eyes.

The thistle embraces the unicorn.

But soon, says a whisper;

"Arise, arise,

Tomorrow belongs to me"

Oh Albion, Albion,

Show us the sign

Boudica's children have waited to see.

The morning will come

When the world is mine.

Tomorrow belongs to me!

This modern version of the song has become the de facto anthem of a conglomeration of right wing nationalist parties in Britain 2085. These parties in opposition to her Majesty Queen Caroline and the People's Party in Parliament. While not ardent supporters of the exiled Lord Protector they do hold some sympathies for him. Rumors abound of a Welsh and German dragon using their influence to manipulate the events that transpired. Who will ever know?