Final Hour

The final hour has come

Fighters are ready to go

There’s no escape anymore

Our chance to strike back has finally come

So we blast off

Towards the darkened skies

We will fight for

Our survival

We’ve brought back the knowledge of old

To bring ruin upon our foes

Powerful weapons

That fire antimatter will turn

Their fleet into dust and then

In the end we’ll truly be free forever

But first we must bring down

Their giant, moon-sized command ship

"Behold their deluded ignorance! As these fools rightly dread our gargantuan mother-vessel, they innocuously discount the inexhaustible armada mustering mere moments away!”

“Utter obliteration shall be their fate!

Let the extinction commence!”

”Ha!

You think you can, stand against all of our might

We’ll send you into oblivion”

”We launch all our forces

We’ll destroy them one by one

Giving no quarter

Victory will be ours”

It is no use, we cannot stand against their fleet

We have to launch the ancient power of old

There’s no choice

We fight for survival

Raise all shields, prepare for the countdown

Hopefully

We can withstand the blast

And hope for serenity

Dark matter

It tears them to pieces

Capital ships implode just like dying stars

Few we remain

But we survived this battle

Now at last we will be left in peace