Who’s afraid of the sun? / Who’d question the goodness of the mighty? / We who banish the threat / When your little ones all go nighty-nighty

Well, there’s no time for doubt right now / And less time to explain / So get back on your horses / Kiss my ring, join our next campaign

And the Empire grows with the news that we’re winning / With more fear to conquer / And more gold thread for spinning / Bright as the sun, shining on everyone

Some would say that we forced our words / And we find that ingenuously churlish / Words are just words / Don’t be so pessimistic, weak and girlish

We like strong and happy people / Who don’t think there’s something wrong with pride / Work makes them free / And we spread that freedom far and wide

And the Empire grows, the seeds of its glory / For every five tanks, plant a sentimental story / Till they worship the sun / Even Christ loving ones

And we’ll kill the terror who rises / And a million of their races / But when our people torture you / That’s a few random cases

Don’t question the sun, it doesn’t help anyone

But the journalist cried out / “When it was too late to stop us / Everyone had awakened to the dream / They could enter our Colossus”

And now I’m right, here you said I’m right / There’s nothing that can harm me / Cause the sun never sets / On my dungeons or my army

And the Empire fell / On its own splintered axis / And the Emperor wanes / As the silver moon waxes

And the farmers will find our coins / In their strawberry fields / While somebody somewhere / Twists his ring as someone kneels

Oh, where is the sun shining for everyone? / Oh, where is the sun shining for everyone?

[By Dorothy Snowden Williams © Razor & Tie, 2005]