Spirits of the H-Atoll
Join us on this special stroll
Guard this land which we extoll
Carved out from a route by mole.
See the sunrise every four
See the sunset just before
See the northern coast beyond
See the ships and swaying frond.
Let no banline mar our mirth
As we invoke this rebirth
Let this be a happy place
Put a smile on every face
May I do these needy lands
The justice my calling demands
For every noob and veteran kinds
To leave with good times in their minds.
Spirits see this land as blessed
Dirt or pixel you know best
Thought is that which always counts
Bringing joy is what amounts.