The skies are bathed in rose

And after a roaring sunset

Over green grass glowing

In pixie dust, fairyland I go

I travel to my dungeon

Far away through the gray walls

I stay here in solitude, alone

If I chose I could strike them down

One steely fist

And touch skies bathed in rose

But I don’t; no – I won’t

I am standing before the gallows

And I’ve tied my own hands

No, I’ve given forgiveness no chance

And the skies are bathed in rose