See the copper of fallen leaves
How they're chased by an autumn wind
Last embers have died away
Not willing to crackle and sing
Now you're standing beneath the rays
Inside their scary beam
The Crimson King — he has his ways
And the Tower looks so grim
Where's the door, where's the answer?
Where can you hide and see the light?
How can you reach for the crossroads of the worlds?
And save the Tower from eternal night?