With more fear to conquer
And more gold thread for spinning
Bright as the sun, shining on everyone

Some would say that we forced our words
And we find that ingenuously churlish
Words are just words
Don't be so pessimistic, weak and girlish

We like strong and happy people
Who don't think there's something wrong with pride
Work makes them free
And we spread that freedom far and wide

And the Empire grows, the seeds of its glory
For every five tanks, plant a sentimental story
Till they worship the sun
Even Christ loving ones

And we'll kill the terror who rises
And a million of their races
But when our people torture you
That's a few random cases

Don't question the sun, it doesn't help anyone

But the journalist cried out
"When it was too late to stop us
Everyone had awakened to the dream
They could enter our Colossus"

And now I'm right, here you said I'm right
There's nothing that can harm me
'Cause the sun never sets
On my dungeons or my army

And the Empire fell
On its own splintered axis
And the Emperor wanes
As the silver moon waxes

And the farmers will find our coins
In their strawberry fields
While somebody somewhere
Twists his ring as someone kneels

Oh where is the sun shining for everyone?
Oh where is the sun shining for everyone?