歌词
When all is withered and torn,
And all has perished and fallen,
These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . .
When the heart is a grave filled with blood,
And the soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope.
When the voice of pride has been silenced,
And dignity's fires are but cinders,
. . .their grandeur shall remain untainted.
It is this grandeur that protects the spirit within,
From the plight of this broken world, from the wounds in her song.
I wish to die with my will and spirit intact,
The will that inspired me to write these words.
Seek not the fallen to unlock these wooden doors.