Fallen onto this world, They march Millions, and millions more We call them haters Death hole makers Broken traders Our invaders
We try to stand our ground, They march We turn to run away They stand there smiling While we're crying Bullets flying And we're dying
So, so now in this way - We give up, we'll kneel down and start to pray. Gone, gone - gone are the days Where we'd smile and we'd laugh And be brave. Now we're slaves
Tortured and taken back we march Trembling more than before
We see their lasers Burning tazers Filthy razors Planet Chasers Life erasers Power Tracers Death Dictators