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From the dust of the old, the seventh arose
With the black cross held high, they struck down our foes
Through the blood father Zion, through Isaac's command
The spirit of Prussia was forged in this land
From the ruins of clans to the throne of the great
We carved out our glory, we mastered our fate
Hail to the emperor, hail to the state
By industry guided by blood we are great
White for the fathers and blue for the sky
Under the green fields our enemies lie
Long live Ferglandia, unyielding and grand
The iron-rod heart of the northernmost land
In Hypsie's burnt forges, the hammers resound
Where logic and brilliance and steel are all found
No wall can withstand us, no spirit can vie
With the mind of the Squirtlandian reaching the sky
From the Baltic to borders, a distance unknown
The seeds of our genius are skillfully sown
The eternal rebirth
Though empires may crumble and treaties may bind
The will of the seven is never confined
In the year of our rebirth, the Emperor came
To stoke the old embers and kindle the flame
With Fomposia beside us, we stand ever tall
The fortress of order that never shall fall
Hail to the emperor, hail to the state
By industry guided by blood, we are great
White for the fathers and blue for the sky
Under the green fields our enemies lie
Long live Squatlandia, unyielding and grand
The iron-roar whore of the northernmost land
