Moving across the galaxy like a horde of locus
They spread like a disease devouring all who do not join
As race upon race fall none can stop them
They are coming.
The Spartans are going to war!
To our doom maybe;
But to war we still go.
Assembling for combat;
Preparing for the worst.
To combat everything
And fight to the last.
We prepare the defenses.
Protecting our love ones within the walls.
Scouts report in;
As everything appears ready.
A dust cloud appears on the horizon.
To arms! To arms!
They are coming.
The Spartans are going to war!
To our doom maybe;
But to war we still go.
As everyone rushes to defend
No one is left behind.
We fight tooth and nail
For every inch of ground.
As the walls come crashing down
The enemy storms though
Surrounded on all sides;
We are fighting still.
There are only 5 of us left now.
We hear them yelling and screaming outside.
We stand near the door ready as civilians cower behind us.
Shadows are under the door as they pass.
A child whimpers out loud as the mother tries to put it to sleep.
They must have heard it;
The shadows return as they squawk at the door.
Burning though the door; they try to get in.
They are coming and we will fight to the last.