Looking up at the tower It's almost time, for the midnight hour But who shall it ring for? The unfortunate, such as Lenore The bell that is touching the ski, Does it toll for I? To feel Death's cold embrace To no longer feel one's heart race Many fear the thought of dying But, why are you crying? The occasion should be celebrated You should feel invigorated! A last! The bell has tolled! I still stand, for I am not old But don't worry men For it shall toll again. Rest assured for now As I take a final bow.