Invasion

Orbital craft falling to the earth clinging to the ground like a sort of growth

Compounding themselves in areas of cold scaring off the commoners young and old

All scrambling round for their supplies all staring worriedly at the skies

Everyone hunkers down if they could best to stay put if you're in the woods

They're falling to the ground quietly they're all around

They're falling to the ground swiftly beginning to surround

Crystallized landing ever so gentle their swift effort to hard to handle

Falling day and night there's no signs of end

Underneath the weight the roofs start to bend

Days of attack our ideals are fried in the dark of the night begin to subside