I walk across the desert.

Tripping, I fall to the ground.

We collide in a brutal dance,

Older than time.

Shadow flies overhead,

The last remnant of what I once was.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.

Condemned to languish in my mind.

My twisted mind,

Poisoned with the hate of others.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.

I once was proud,

Conqueror of cities.

One by one, they fell to my might.

Until he came.

The nameless boy who killed my soul.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.

I am alone in this cruel world,

Alone as a drop of water in a desert.

I am trapped in a battle with a Liger,

A liger piloted by my nameless enemy.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.

I get up.

Move on.

Why do I keep going?

Asking this silently to myself,

And I find a simple answer.

Revenge.

Revenge against my nameless enemy,

Revenge for the murder of my soul.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.

I stand there by the wreck of the Dark Horn.

Wrecked like so many zoids before it.

Wrecked by my own hand.

I see the nameless man.

And finally, I know.

He is Van.

My faceless enemy has an identity after all.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.

I get up,

Dust off,

Move on.

I may think that I am free,

Free from the battle with a liger.

But I'm not.

I am still a prisoner.

Trapped inside my own mind,

I scream for help.

But none hear me.