Invaders need no one,

That's what they all say.

Their motto and rule,

Until that one special day.

An enemy soldier,

Stabs them in the back.

Stabbing and stabbing,

Destroying their pak.

They say, you know,

That when an invader's almost dead,

A special range of emotions,

Run through their head.

They say it hurts them,

They've never experienced it before.

But then suddenly, it hits them,

When they're lying on the floor.

There is nothing quite like it,

An Irken's last lament.

A realization of emotions,

Betrayal, sadness, and repent.

You wait and listen,

For The Irken's Last Stand.

Their eyes fill with sadness.

I get it.

I understand.