Mine eyes have seen the glory of the starships off to war
Oh they may not be real, but I've imagined them before
Accompanied by action-figure armies on the floor
And they go marching on
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
Reality, so long!

I have seen the many witty people on the mailing list
And I have watched the emperor's iron glove and velvet fist
And I can read the archives to see what letters I missed
Because it keeps marching on

In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
Reality, so long!

Though full is my computer with the Empire inside
From the world of mortals I shall never run and hide
And never shall I leave home with no towel by my side!
Our culture marches on

In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
Reality, so long!
A happy face at all times does my clothing advertise
It stares out from my necklace with its wide and shiny eyes
And it glows in the dark, you know, which is a neat surprise
The smiley marches on

In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
Reality, so long!

Though many dozen countries surely can be found online
So many are just populated by maybe eight or nine
And of their people are what I think of as mine
Our people march right on

In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
Reality, so long!

Not the greatest nor the largest nor the oldest is the Empire
Nor the richest or the strangest or the coolest in the mire
But only one country is mine, and it fills my heart with fire
The Empire marches on

In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
In Nominae Forsteri!
Cry Ni! and we've marched on!