The Iron March (March of the Iron Sultan(a))

See through the iron legions
Majestic form on pachyderm to whom is sworn the allegiance
Strong as the elephant
The Iron Sultan, Termagant. An empire built upon the backs of broken foes,
That kneel from reverence or hammer blows,
Rows of bastions planned, ever to subsist,
A turban banded by amethyst,
A steady hand with an iron fist. And roaring and raging from upon the ivory tower,
Enthroned within the forge enthralled by power,
Cowards may resist; our Sultanate shall stand
We are enlisted by this command:
An Iron Fist is a Steady Hand. Take riches from the earth
From dark abyss through artifice the industrious foresee worth
And we will stake our claim
From the Throneforge we feel the flame. To find luxury within tyranny is our desire,
Enwreathed in monarchy’s imperial fire,
Inspired by the grand; we shall not desist
We may be branded as hedonist
A steady hand with an iron fist. So bow to the whim of her-or-him as you should,
And keep your faith as firm as Ironwood,
The hoodwinked who have missed will fall beneath the sand,
With this assistance we’ll understand
An Iron Fist is a Steady Hand.