On fridays we usually went for a walk
Tasting dew dripping down from the
Fruit's as we paused
Sweet as honey the dew even sweeter were you
Back then I could have sworn you're the one

On the way we would cross our
Bridge made of half rotten wood
And you'd tighten you grip in
Your eyes something blue's
Begging me to be true
And I promise to stand and be strong

Should I cry for you my love died with you
One fine day I will follow elaine
As we set in the shadows and talked
I heard some kind of noise
Interfering and lowered my voice
Hooded men drew their sword for
To use them of course
Took our property, left us in pain

Left me heavily wounded and killed my ellaine
Stabbed her into the heart that
She kept for my reign vengeance will be mine
Til the end of all time
I'll be after the men that
Have killed my ellaine