14 January 2013
The end has come. We shall stand and not run. The earth shall reap the seeds of our salvation, As we fight against the on coming invasion.
With sunlight and sunflower, They give us the power. We will defend these lands, With green thumbs, not idle hands.
From all sides they attack, With no signs of holding back. Over land or water and even in the air, Be it day or night, they're always there.
Never waver, never yield. Protect your kingdom, tending the field. They get stronger with each relentless wave. Stand firm to save yourself from an early grave.
Their plague is contagious, Stay back or you'll get the sickness. Seek the aid of your neighbour, His sanity is lost, but he'll do you any favour.
Though our backs are to the wall, We pull them from the roof to watch them fall. Their numbers seem never ending, Their determination, unrelenting.
And though we are just a few. We have the tools to make it through. So let the final battle commence, We shall prevail with natures defence.
The Seeds Of Our Salvation. • Opuss № I