A soldier scorned in foreign land,
Yet he sings the Imperium song.
Comrades fallen in July,
Silently hum along.
We care about nothing around us,
Whether the whole world
Curse us or praise us,
These tired feet march onward.
We stood fast in 2015 July,
Against North, South, East and West.
And still now, prepared to defend,
Against even the Enemy's best.
We do not rest, we obliterate,
Until no one disturbs Supernova X.
And even when our ranks thin,
There is no such thing as retreat.