A red blade, sunken into flesh for the taking,
The killing of the innocent for the murder of the loved,
The screaming of the children for the closing of her eyes,

What's done cannot be undone.

The heat of sabers, of tainted lights, of a frozen gaze,
A fight from within and without, with himself, with others,
A slip, a fall, a tumble into the redness, a charring of the heart,

What's done cannot be undone.

A mechanical breath, the fear, the cold and the dead,
The twisted soul, wrapped around the hate, wrapped around the anger,
The dropping of her hand, the slip of her fingers into oblivion,

What's done cannot be undone.

The boy, the girl, the old man, the Master,
A world screaming and a single life cries,
A battle and a hardened heart, a mission to crush and destroy,

What's done cannot be undone.

A mist, a calling out, a duel, a Dark One and a child,
The facing of the enemy, the path toward the edge,
The revelation and the wounding, the father and his son,

What's done cannot be undone.

The defiance, the liberation and the rescue, the journey to the end,
A lock of true eyes, a heavy breath, a redemption for his soul,
A time for the closing, a grasp of the hand and a whisper through the mind:

What's done cannot be undone.