It was in the dawn covered in dew

That we begin our journey true

We had no haste, no time to waste

Our lives had changed years before, husbands taken by the war

We sit here now with all that's left 

To sisters pushed by greatest theft

Empty hearts, empty pockets

Yet somehow our dues rocket

The days passed quickly, left us old

All alone in winter's cold

We had no more lives left to live, no more ideas left to give

In the night he came to us dressed in shadow, frigid as the air, and he himself old as dust

But fair as the coming spring, both curious at what he would bring

He reached out his hands and we both knew his purpose

Rose, and took our escort's hand 

Walking out into the cold, no need for a final stands

It was in the dawn covered in dew they found our bodies, this story true