They're trying to fight us
Behind their guns
They drop their bombs and
Think they've won
But we keep coming
Through the ancient portals
For all their weapons
They are still mortal
The fear is spreading
They're losing control
Our brutal strength and numbers
Will destroy them all
They cannot stop the Sasquatch
We'll stomp and crush their skulls
Then we'll use their guns against them
Blood flows from the bullet holes