Endlessly, 'cross the parts filled wasteland, travel forth one man stubborn minded he does.. finding.. (none..of your kind left) is there no one, can you hear me, is there anyone alive.. that knows where we have; headed, i cant be alone..im dieing...
Please...hear my voice; i need a sign of life ..the pain.. to feel warmth again ..not this cold steel.. please hear me and.. please respond.
(they're gone) ( all dead) (none).. ..(none)
Oh, i feel it.. its over.. it must be true.....; i know im the only man alive.
Why.. do i still.. walk ahead through this land, (he'll be) do i still hope to find more, or else do i (where) really fear death? what for .. theyd all be waiting(we are) there.. like.. i would.
He sat down between the cold steel corpses he had fought a battle that brought nothing but silence, resting for the moment; just a moment to accept the end was nigh.. and the end came then to his eyes. And it was beautiful, a place of light.