(The noble Heralds make a path)

Way for the mighty emperor,

The King of all the earth! Make way! Make way!

Ye less than naught,

Ye things of lowly birth!

(And call on us to be joyful)

Fall down, ye beasts, Upon your knees

And worship your Lord King.

Shout your praises, loud and long

And make these great walls ring.

Shout! And shout, and cry aloud,

And long his greatness sing.

(Extoling the emperor's position)

Kneel, kneel, ye abject dogs

The emperor passes here,

The mighty Lord of heaven and earth,

Whom angels hold as dear.

(And his fabulous wealth)

His armies number millions;

His wealth in massy gold

Is seven times as much, and more,

Than ever man has told.

(And his power)

One word alone, when spake by him

Sends nations to their death.

A gesture of his hand would serve

To crash a city's breath.

(And his watchfulness over us)

Mighty is our Emperor, As powerful as God,

He owns your more than worthless lives,

Ye cowering, trembling clods!

(And his proud armies)

Make way! Make way!

The Emperor comes

Elect of all the world,

Whose armies never knew defeat,

Nor saw their banners furled.

(And bid us hail our gracious King right lustily )

Now kneel, ye dogs, ye peasant dogs!

Ye spawn of common birth!

And kneeling, shout, "Our Emperor!

Great Lord of al1 the Earth!"