Gallifrey's burning, his planet's on fire Nightmare to end is something it requires No more of screaming, no more of crying No more of fear and no more of dying
There is a chance to use violent power But it's his world this time that he can't cover Will he obtain his only desire? Universe can't become Dalek's empire
His wrinkled face frames the eyes of a child (the)Eyes that are already endlessly tired He begs for help but who is replying? Mr. Neglecting? Mr. Denying?
Blaming his past in the present that's future Number of deaths every second grows huger What are the options? Where is the way out? If he's mistaken it is only his fault
He is The One but why are there twelve more? He's got the save path eleventh has looked for He hopes his race stays like tenth hopes he won't go He's not the odd man between ninth and eitgh rows
Seconds are left till he finally ends war Seventh leads sixth, then comes fifth and appears fourth Third, second, first, he's achieving his main goal Although the trick is forgetting he saved all