I don't remember much of my past,
all I remember is a cage, pain and flames.
I was mortal once and now a clone
and they made sure that all I remember is
pain caused by my burning clone.
I don't know what they wanted and
how I could escape the Sleepers hell.
All there is left a vision of someone called Lord Limdow
and he sais: Burn the Gallente, burn they shell.