Birth from Death
{Raspy breathing}
Every moment of my life I hear that sound, the sound of my breathing.
I can't stop it, nor even slow it down.
Trapped in this suit, the only thing keeping my cripple body alive.
I died with my family.
I was reborn as they were buried.
Haunted by visions of my wife death is what drove me to the dark side.
I betrayed all my friends, murdered children in the guise of protecting my wife.
But in reality all I wanted was power.
When all was said and done, the war was over, and my brothers in arms lay dead, when I had the opportunity to save my wife, I said no.
I wanted more power.
When I saw my best friend with her I killed her in a jealous rage.
As my friend turn opponent had the high ground, my overconfidence and rage cost me my only real arm and both my legs.
As my friend stood their in pity I cursed his name as I caught on fire.
I burned.
I died with my wife and my family.
But my rage and my master's greed resurrected me.
He took me to his lair and put me in this suit.
He robbed me of the death I disserved.
{Raspy Breathing}
I was born to this noise.
The noise I couldn't stop.
In my suit I was doomed in I asked where my wife was.
And I was told that I killed her in anger.
And with those words Anakin Skywalker died.
In my place, Vader was born.
{Raspy Breathing}
