There she was waiting for the light
The light of the crest to show up
With her long, orange hair flying towards the sun
Showing the way home.
Her hair is not alive,
But it can hear the birds.
Her hat flies away
Like is running away from the enemy.
There is the enemy biting his nails
Preparing to attack.
Attack
Attack
Blood everywhere,
No data,
No world.
Over.