They seemed to appear out of nowhere
Endless forces, by day and by night
Caught off guard, we had no choice but to fight
Wave upon wave they march
For every enemy killed, four more take its stead
And they feast upon their own endless dead
We are all but spent now
I fear to remain in one place too long, for they might find me
I am the rebellion now
When will their endless march end?
We are their slaves now,
All hail the masters, the ANTS!