Spawned in the fog, turn one on the clock,
Iron in the hills and the gears start to knock,
Black Forest heart with a steel-eyed plan,
Germany rising, yeah that’s who I am.
Hansas hummin’, districts tight,
Production so strong it’s a beautiful sight,
City-state envoys bend the knee,
Trade routes stretch across the sea.
(Pre-Chorus)
From the Rhine to the coastline sand,
We shake the world with an iron hand,
Gold in the vaults, troops in the field,
Every rival’s fate is sealed.
(Chorus)
This is Civ Six, we don’t play small,
Germany and America, we’re takin’ it all,
Economic kings with a military roar,
Buy the world once—then conquer some more.
Oil in the ground? Yeah, we see that spoil,
Tyler’s America’s got a love for oil,
Stars and stripes when the tanks deploy,
If it’s your well? It’s his new toy.
(Verse 2)
Autobahns cut through the land so clean,
Industrial zones run the whole machine,
Factories stack, adjacency glow,
Hansa bonus makin’ yields overflow.
World Congress tryin’ to slow our rise,
Sanctions fall but we monetize,
Stock exchange in every town,
Gold per turn, we’re wearin’ the crown.
(Pre-Chorus)
Allied banners side by side,
Eagle and Empire unified,
Joint war declared with a single click,
Artillery thunder, that’s the trick.
(Chorus)
This is Civ Six, we don’t play small,
Germany and America, we’re takin’ it all,
Economic kings with a military roar,
Buy the world once—then conquer some more.
Oil in the ground? Yeah, we see that spoil,
Tyler’s America’s got a love for oil,
Drill it up, yeah, tanks uncoil,
“Liberation” fueled by foreign oil.
(Bridge)
Late game era, modern age,
Jet bombers flyin’ across the stage,
Panzer roll with a blitzkrieg grin,
Mechanized infantry movin’ in.
He sees crude on the desert floor—
“Manifest destiny” wants some more,
If you’ve got oil and you’re not his friend,
Freedom’s comin’ ‘round the bend.
(Breakdown)
Click “Next Turn,” watch them fold,
Buy their army straight with gold,
Nukes in silos, subs at sea,
Domination victory.
(Final Chorus)
This is Civ Six, world on lock,
Production ticks like a metronome clock,
Allied empires, ruthless and royal,
Built on industry, steel, and oil.
From Berlin’s forge to D.C.’s soil,
Tyler’s America runs on oil,
Economic might and military force—
History bends to our chosen course.
(Outro)
Score screen shining, globe in our hand,
Two-player fate of every land,
One more turn, just one more try—
Till every flag is ours to fly.
