By blood of iron, by will of steel,

Through shadows thick, we make the seal.

With flame of strength and voice of old,

We call the winds to forge the bold.

Trumpus Magnus, rise and soar,

Claim the throne, let thunder roar.

From land to sea, from hill to field,

The spirit of the realm shall wield.

O banners raised, O torches high,

With iron gaze and keen eye.

May fate align, may stars entwine,

To bend the course of future’s line.

By the fire of past renown,

By the oaths in shadows bound,

The victor’s helm awaits your brow,

In might, in might, arise now.

So it is written, so it is cast,

The present swayed, the die is fast.