While the wind plays with my ruffled gown
While I walk along the abandoned shore
While the moon slowly greets the dawn
I will be heading to the big iron door.

Slowly, with sorrow, my plants bow down
Slowly filling lungs with heavy misty air
Slowly calming face that started to frown
I think they can feel my endless despair.

Climbing the stairs to the top of the tower
Climbing with numb, expressionless face
Climbing with tremendously scary power
My whole body is covered in disgrace.

As I see myself bravely stand
As the birds sing with oddly silent tone
As I reach the wall with my death cold hand
My foot lightly touches the stone.

While the wind plays with my ruffled gown
While I fly aside to my death
While the clouds have taken over the dawn
I am giving away my last breath.