horror
and plains full of zerlings that growl
in the midst of fighting the sky goes black
and carriers appear on the horizon to bring death

the mastermind feels the blows
terrans have infested the earth yet again
bringing machines to dig and destroy
their faith is black

the fight goes on
night after night
years wasted on the plains full of nothingness
and a game that soon costs us our lives

we lost
even before we started fighting

and we have only one hope...

Run, run, run
and forget all the shamanic dreams...

Forget...

and live!