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Lyrics by Mark Assi Performed by AI Band They fought on moons and planets all around the stars, Now they’ve come to conquer this home world of ours, Almost all our defenses were so quickly downed, In a hail of missiles and bombs our cities drowned… They offered no terms and showed us no mercy, Fate or the universe must have thought us unworthy, But we wouldn’t go down quiet, not without a fight, We wouldn’t be silent and fade into the night… They descended like a plague from the sky, We had no hope, no chance no reply, Smoke and bombs, boots to our neck, March and destroy, ruin and wreck, Our home turned wasteland …that’s what they planned, But this our home is where we stand… They fight, we fight, we die, they die… We’d take our stand, knowing we couldn’t win, It tore our hearts and ripped us from within… There’s no way we could win, But we'd make sure they’d lose, They chose to attack, But they’ll pay their dues, They started this war, But it’s end we choose, In the end …they lose… They descended like a plague from the sky, We had no hope, no chance no reply, Smoke and bombs, boots to our neck, March and destroy, ruin and wreck, Our home turned wasteland …that’s what they planned, But this our home is where we stand… They fight, we fight, we die, they die… On one last ship, we put our brave and young, All engines at full headed for a brand new sun, If all goes as planned, they’ll start a new life in time, Never again to hear of mercenaries from Nova Prime… As the war comes to its hasty end, All the mercenaries come down to attend, When their last ship touched the ground, We pressed the button …their leader frowned… Terror filled his mind, then he was no more, And our home world, a memory from times before, No more mercenaries, no more war, No more making all a wreck… And no more boots …on our neck… They descended like a plague from the sky, We had no hope, no chance no reply, Smoke and bombs, boots to our neck, March and destroy, ruin and wreck, Our home turned wasteland …that’s what they planned, But this our home is where we stand… They fight, we fight, we die, they die… Goodbye…