The Pair

Bathing in the moonlight United by their hands; Their eyes shining bright Seperated by different lands Soon, those eyes will be broken Soon, those hands will be cold For their love is but a token To the enemy sold And once they lie fallen Cold faces, struck by death Their love has been stolen The hope they have had So listen, kings and peasants Remember the story I tell It's not their love that killed them It's the land for which they fell