They come in waves. Ten thousand at a time. Trampling our crops and burning our land. But we fight. Yes, we do. For all that our queen is worth, for our home and for our young, we fight and we work! Yes, we do!

This is the story we are told, that it's going to go well and that we fight for what's best. But the enemy is strong. And their colony is bigger than ours. But we fight! Yes we do! For all that our queen is worth, for our land and for our friends, WE FIGHT! YES, WE DO!

Chanting could be heard for miles and more. Across soil and sea it traveled to lands far away. Through darkness no swarm has ever been where predators rule and prey suffer. Through light that could only be dreamt of being, their song reached the ears of beasts and saints. But not even divine tears were enough to feed such as this.

We made a wish. We made a promise. Ten thousand at a time, they float away; never to be heard, never to be kept. Why did they do nothing about it?

The attack came. One after another, all fell. None got spared, none had mercy. But all fought. Yes, they did. Flooded by acid and gas no graveyard could contain. All swam through. They tried, yes, they did. But one must know: Enough is enough.

A final plea was made. The last call for help. A cry to spare what little left.

The prayers were met. A decision had been made. They would go to war. They would join the battle. Surprised, that's true, but yes, they would! For the champions and the hard working. Because they were all the same, even though their queens were not. They would fight. Yes, they would. For what was right and what was good. They came! Yes, they did! For our loss would be theirs too. We were one and the same. We lose together, we win together.

As the new wave came; the battle turned. Our lives were spared and our land as well. A chorus would sing of our victory. The crowd roars "There's no price we wouldn't pay to serve our queen. There is no cost too great as home remains". Our songs of triumph came only once, the dawn of the day freedom arrived. The night when it happened, they had no mercy, not for us, not for themselves. They failed themselves before failing at the frontline. We did not understand 'cause we had not lost. Because our enemy also fought. Sadly, they did. And they didn't win their war.

We too had failed. For our foe were the same as we. They too work hard. They too were champions. Their sorrow was ours and ours theirs. We drown together. Therefore, we cry side by side today. That's why we share the same graveyard just as we share the same battlefield. That's why we share the same story with the same start and the same end.

All fought. All paid. We, together