Alliance

By god they breed to control, to spread the pure is their 
call,
with their plight they're deceiving us all. Like an army in
 it's sleep,
they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. Our 
enemies, already here
building up, and we're not aware. Like an army in it's 
sleep,
they await unarmed, as it seems, but they await. It's 
coming, coming! The war
of wars, it came through our doors. The battalion's awake 
enforcing belief in
return for relief. When the time comes they must take a 
stand and it's written,
god over land. Like an army in it's sleep, they await 
patient, to blend in, they
await choices, postponed, so they await cunning, yet oft 
ignored, they lie in wait.