Despite years of searching, the Empire has never had a national anthem. No single work has ever encompassed the qualities which the Empire requires in its anthem. Over the years, however, countless botched attempts have been made to create and anthem which would be suitable, and the results are displayed here.
The Aerican Nation
The Aerican Nation
Were always on line n-n-never hit the hay (talkin' 'bout The Aerican Nation)
The Aerican Nation
People try to put us d-down (talkin' 'bout the Aerican Nation)
The Aerican Nation
In Nominae Forsteri!
I have seen the many witty people on the mailing list,
In Nominae Forsteri!
Though full is my computer with the Empire inside,
In Nominae Forsteri!
A happy face at all times does my clothing advertise.
In Nominae Forsteri!
Though many dozen countries surely can be found online,
In Nominae Forsteri!
Not the greatest nor the largest nor the oldest is the Empire,
In Nominae Forsteri!
The quest for the perfect Imperial anational anthem continues. If you're a musician or a songwriter and you'd like to contribute your efforts, use the Contact Us form on the handy left-side navigation menu.
By Rachkovsky
To the tune of: My Generation by The Who
People try to put us d-down (talkin' 'bout the Aerican Nation)
Battle Hymn of Forsteri
Just because laugh out loud (talkin' 'bout the Aerican Nation)
Things we do often go on H-H-h-hold (talkin' 'bout the Aerican Nation)
and we never do just what were told (talkin' 'bout The Aerican Nation)
The Aerican Nation
It's an Empire Baby, Yeah
Don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (talkin' 'bout The Aerican Nation)
Were not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (talkin' 'bout The Aerican Nation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout The Aerican N-N-Nation (talkin' 'bout The Aerican Nation)
The Aerican Nation
It's an Empire Baby, Yeah
Just because laugh out loud (talkin' 'bout the Aerican Nation)
Things we do often go on H-H-h-hold (talkin' 'bout the Aerican Nation)
and we never do just what were told (talkin' 'bout The Aerican Nation)
The Aerican Nation
It's an Empire Baby, Yeah
By Anonymous
To the tune of: Battle Hymn of the Republic
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!
Reality, so long!
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!
Reality, so long!
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!
Reality, so long!
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!
Reality, so long!
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!
Reality, so long!
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!
Cry Ni! and we've marched on!
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