The Sentry -

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