• The soldiers come,
    to overrun-
    the things we know and love.

    We stand up tall
    against our fall-
    to face these coming monsters.

    The children now flee,
    there is no glee-
    on their faces as they run.

    Barricade the doors,
    put traps on the floors-
    stand against the coming terrors.

    The cowards here,
    they cannot bear-
    to fight for their own land.

    One question for you,
    what will you do?-
    Will you help us; will you stand?