In nineteen hundred one and eight The first great war Only just ended The league of nations, great and small Created us Unpainted walls under the frost line Silverlined, this cloud nation Brought in all the great minds Secret hide If allt he world will go to war We'll be safe down in the crystal cave And there will be no entry door And you will see this nation nevermore On radio we heard the roar Of endless wars The century ended Above on the surface chaos reigns Down underground We build the walls under the frost line Silverlined, this cloud nation Secret of the great minds World wide hide If all the world will go to war We'll be safe deep in the crystal cave And there will be no entry door And you will see this nation nevermore We have been down here for decades And ev'ry generation's pulled its weight Now what we see, the ground above The futuristic hopes we had ebfore Have turned into a circus Walls under the frost line Silverlined, fine damnation Creation of the great minds World wide hide There's no need to wonder Why you can't find this damn nation The old time future's yonder Silver lined Doomsday's nigh We'll preserve your folk lore