The laurel wreaths will never rest upon our heads
And on this soil
No seed to be sown
Yet we fight devoid of mercy, aim or rest
A hundred light years away from our home
Away from our home
Light years from our home
I am the sentry, the ever opened eye
Rally caller
For my people's battle cry
Starved and freezing,
We fight these warlike beasts
Vile alien creatures
Whose battles never cease
Battles never cease
Our fate is defeat
Our legacy is gone
Eons of evolution erased by atom bombs
From the sky
Came everlasting throes
Bipedal conquerors
Ten fingers and toes
Two eyes and one nose
Born from embryos
Our fate
Defeat
Our fate
Defeat