I held my gun, as I hold onto my own life. 

Dashing forward, toward the glory of this world. 

I shan't let my brothers bleed in vain, as I felt a different power danced in my veins. 

The last moments before sleeping, where one would feel drowsy. 

I saw everything in a blur, my mind feeling tired. 

It's time for me to sleep, but I refuse to collapse, 

Without bringing some more enemies, down to hell with me. 

This year, my birthday gift to you shall be my body, sorry if it's filled with holes. 

Sorry if it isn't good to look at. 

Please tell our daughter, her father is part of history. 

The history, where our world finally emerged as the vector.

Apologies, I won't be there to enjoy what I worked for. 

Don't come finding me too soon either. 

You are now the only solider to our daughter.