From the furnace's roar to the anvil's clang,
We forge the Empire's might, a tireless gang.
Sweat and steel, a symphony of might,
In the heart of the factory, we burn day and night.

We are the iron heart, the backbone strong,
Fueling the engines, where progress belongs.
From the mines to the mills, our labor unfurls,
Building the future, for the Empire's world.

With calloused hands, we shape the unseen,
Each rivet and bolt, a testament keen.
The wheels of industry, they never cease,
Driven by sweat and grit, our tireless release.

Through storms and strife, we stand our ground,
Our toil and sweat, a victory profound.
For every gear that turns, every bolt we bind,
The Empire's greatness, in our labor we find.

No gilded halls, no fancy crown,
Our reward is the strength, our labor has sown.
In the smoke and the fire, our spirit ablaze,
We are the iron heart, through all of our days.

We are the iron heart, the backbone strong,
Fueling the engines, where progress belongs.
From the mines to the mills, our labor unfurls,
Building the future, for the Empire's world.

Let the machines sing their relentless tune,
A hymn to the workers, beneath the steel moon.
No task is too hard, no challenge too bold,
For the iron heart, forever untold.

We are the iron heart, the backbone strong,
Fueling the engines, where progress belongs.
From the mines to the mills, our labor unfurls,
Building the future, for the Empire's world.

The Empire's strength, in our hands we hold,
Forged in the furnace, stories untold.
We are the iron heart, forever we stand,
Guardians of progress, for the Empire's grand.