All credit for the inspiration goes to VampiressSilence on Youtube. For the video, paste, watch?v=_Wa1cYjZ6dc onto the end of youtube. com. According to her the translation is Kanannon's.
It was left in the ashes, like so much scrap.
Small hands turn it over, it responds. The One cries and it raises a hand to wipe away the tears. It will protect the One until it falls apart.
It will not give up, until it rots away...
Then He comes, and takes the One from it. The one who caused the One's tears.
The One is taken from it, because it could not prevent it. Without strength it was nothing, it could not protect that which it was Duty to protect.
It sleeps for now.
Mamoru... It will never give up, that is the pride of the machine.
Sew weylos aryu-feir nez' zolto.
Wi-s tina zi-di mor ele-fi ro-eltyeir.
Slowly, it begins to recover what it was, gatherimg memory from around it. The debris from this rotted civilization is more than enough to give it all it needs for repairs.
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It is found by another.
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It must serve the Master.
The other machines diminish Life, which it is Duty to protect. Other machines, sent by Humans, which programmed it, to take the Life of the Master.
Hypocrisy.
The soul of Humanity has grown stagnant.
It obeys its programming, protecting "people", the one who owns it, from the machine-wepons others send as it searches for the One.
It would be repaired as many times as necessary, it was only a machine after all. Time means nothing.
Until I can find You, I shall do anything.
Sew weylos aryu-feir nez' zolto.
Wi-s tina zi-di mor ele-fi ro-eltyeir.
No matter what, I will find you, the One who cares about me.
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The memory of the One is etched where it will never disappear.
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A flash of memory, the face of the one who took the One from it.
The Master. (Traitor.)
I can hear your heartbeat, Taker.
The red stains the world, a gruesomely lovely flower.
Something, if it were Human, it would have called satisfaction, welled within (her) it.
Her purpose was half fulfilled.
You will never rise again, Taker.
The stirrings of memory. The crying face of the One. It is the face of the Master.
Sadness Grief Helplessness show the rest of the colors, washing away the cold grey. Why didn't she see it? The Master was the One.
She remembers the time before, the first time she was repaired.
Corruption. Indestructible immortal...
Mistakes.
She sees with perfect clarity.
What is the purpose of my existence? I do not know.
Sew weylos aryu-feir nez' zolto.
Wi-s tina zi-di mor ele-fi ro-eltyeir.
I am eternal. For you, I will always find my way to your side.
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She prays with everyithing with she is that He will live.
Please don't let him leave me.
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She carries his body across the dust of the decayed civilization.
I was laying in bed, and suddenly a few lines of this hit me. I couldn't not write them down, and then the rest of it hit me like a dam breaking. Faugh, it just had to be at 5 AM. I need to get my muse a better alarm clock and some sleeping pills.
I tried to make the story flow the same as the song, though it came out a little more spaced out than I wanted, but let me know how you think I did!