Endless.
A white light flashes, And when that white light starts to fade, A sorrowful memory starts to play.
A flash of white, A flash of red. A cry for mercy, A sense of dread.
I see a field, A stretch of land, A plain fill with the dead. Countless lives lay in that field, About all done by my hands.
Scraps after scraps, Hunks of metal lay, Twisted and defied in every way, Some even decorated, That with human remains.
Then one that had remained, That had somehow Survived my deeds of destruction, He descended upon me.
With his saber raised, High into the air, It glowed with might, It crackled with energy In destructive amounts.
Then the adrenaline starts, It starts to course though my veins. With a sweeping action, I cleaved him into two, Leaving his cries of anguish, To haunt me in my slumber.
A white light flashes, And when that white light starts to fade, A sorrowful memory starts to play.
A flash of white, A flash of red. A cry for mercy, A sense of dread.
It's so dark out here, In space it's never loud, But is always silent, And haunting in its Dark beauty, And pleasant peace.
All around me, once again, Once again are the remains, Of countless lives, And remains of metal, Metal, that had been used for war.
Then the enemies, Their back up had arrived, And I stood there waiting, Waiting for them.
Voices crackled through, Through the interference, Some yells of countless orders, To be obeyed. And some cries, of pain,
I finished them all off, One by one, They all went down, Ever in a blaze of heat.
A white light flashes, And, I find myself, Up in space, once again, Waiting for more men, Who by their commanders, Were sent to fight, The ever losing battle, Of war and more.
I watched them in the distance, With a heavy heart, All the while wishing, And praying, That I fight no more, To kill no more.
A flash of white, A flash of red. A cry for mercy, A sense of dread.
And as they say, Of history, It is like an endless waltz, Ever beating in the three, The three rhythms, Of War, Peace, and Revolution,
History truly is an Endless Waltz.
A white light flashes, And when that white light starts to fade, A sorrowful memory starts to play.
A flash of white, A flash of red. A cry for mercy, A sense of dread.
I see a field, A stretch of land, A plain fill with the dead. Countless lives lay in that field, About all done by my hands.
Scraps after scraps, Hunks of metal lay, Twisted and defied in every way, Some even decorated, That with human remains.
Then one that had remained, That had somehow Survived my deeds of destruction, He descended upon me.
With his saber raised, High into the air, It glowed with might, It crackled with energy In destructive amounts.
Then the adrenaline starts, It starts to course though my veins. With a sweeping action, I cleaved him into two, Leaving his cries of anguish, To haunt me in my slumber.
A white light flashes, And when that white light starts to fade, A sorrowful memory starts to play.
A flash of white, A flash of red. A cry for mercy, A sense of dread.
It's so dark out here, In space it's never loud, But is always silent, And haunting in its Dark beauty, And pleasant peace.
All around me, once again, Once again are the remains, Of countless lives, And remains of metal, Metal, that had been used for war.
Then the enemies, Their back up had arrived, And I stood there waiting, Waiting for them.
Voices crackled through, Through the interference, Some yells of countless orders, To be obeyed. And some cries, of pain,
I finished them all off, One by one, They all went down, Ever in a blaze of heat.
A white light flashes, And, I find myself, Up in space, once again, Waiting for more men, Who by their commanders, Were sent to fight, The ever losing battle, Of war and more.
I watched them in the distance, With a heavy heart, All the while wishing, And praying, That I fight no more, To kill no more.
A flash of white, A flash of red. A cry for mercy, A sense of dread.
And as they say, Of history, It is like an endless waltz, Ever beating in the three, The three rhythms, Of War, Peace, and Revolution,
History truly is an Endless Waltz.