(They came from a galaxy far away to fight their holy war in The pliocene world called Terra The manycolored land)
They take a sadistic delight of destroying In a world of coercive power and might breeding a new type of hyprid child To conquer the world without a fight To condemn the power of strength The astonishing mental capacity The tool to obstruct the second Chance of trying for humanity - for humanity
Healing every wound No sickness - no aging - no dying Living for a thousand years or more The human exiles are crying To serve the exotics of Tana They're feeling the gray torcs around their necks All can they stop mental punishment If unitu'd fight its way through - fight its way through
A group of lowlifes refusing to submit to the host Making a plan to destroy the ruling race the non-born king of humans has the solving in his hands Deceiving his own - and shows his real face
(Yes...we adopted the humans. They fight our battles, they grow our food, They operate our mines and factories, they administer our commerce, They infiltrate our sacret guilds, They mingle their very blood and genes with our own. But that is not all. We are faced with the ultimate humiliation - And once again we have brought it upon ourselves. For a human now aspires to our high kingship...)