The scenery is pure white, bright with emptiness

Slow breaths, slow steps as i watch my mind fly over the horizon

The wind feels warm, softly it caresses my pale face

As I feel the darkness rising, my white fading to a crimson black

Slowly I feel the pressure choking me

No reason to breathe, I let the darkness swallow me

I have no fear, I accept this wretched fate

For I know out of the ashes I will rise, like a black phoenix.