Dumbly storming forward...
It won't last for long, I fear,
Cause I'm tired, bored!
I don't want to fight forever,
And again, and more...
It's like... well, like fever.
I've seen it before.
I've seen it so many times,
I'd better be blind.
When the galaxy dies,
There's no room for a fight.
Future's yet to see...
I hope something changes.
Or all I have - is to flee,
Run for life from those cages.
In most sacred of my dreams,
I see a huge, beautiful world,
Full of space, and it seems,
It's tale would never be told.
It would never be told to the end,
And you'd always be able to find,
What to do - attack or defend,
Or just hang around, if you are too kind
To kill swarms of enemies,
