The Canons thunder,

the rifles rage,

and the horses

like swarms of bees

storm the plains

of feudal Europe.

Her princes tremble

and willingly

capitulate.

Prussia's undoubtedly mine,

from Bavaria to the Rhine.

Russia's dreary wintry plains

will be where my scepter reigns.

Italy is my inheritance

as Portugal dreads resistance.

Without the sword I'll woo Poland,

whilst to her knees I'll bring England

and kingdoms of the British isles.

French civilisation and styles

will dethrone Europe's old order

as our ideals expand further.