Colony -

This place is ours

It’s time we took it back

Now we drag the net

Let us end this masquerade

And rise to our rightful place

With the hands of gods we strike

We strike you down

…Are the new lords

The ancient ones born again

You’ve learned nothing in all your time

The nexus calls

The pulse has been sent

The trumpets are blowing

The process is ending

In our ignorant bliss

We have been surpassed

We are not in control

The window is closed