Hail to the Imperium

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