I can do whatever I want like you.
She began to die.
Indiana that‘s not right.
Indiana that‘s not life.
Then she began to fight.
Indiana make it mine.
Indiana make this mine.
So pale and white.
Determined in rust and ruin.
A dew drenched hour.
Colonel sir her name‘s not yours.
I can do whatever I want like you.
Like You...
Frail, gothic eyes.
A damsel, a somber sky.
She faints on isles.
Mademoiselle, hold tight your tongue.
I can do whatever I want like you.
Is this where the brave hearts hide?
Oh no.
Is this how the brave hearts die?