When all around us, cities burned.
Great kingdoms fell,
with no one spared.
All that I could think of was your kiss.
Amongst the crumbled walls and streets
the places lovers used to meet.
That's the only thing I think I'll miss.
Dark days now full of dread and fear,
broken hearts and swollen tears,
but all that I can think of was that kiss.
Amongst the rivers that ran dry
the few souls left, who sit and cry.
That's the only thing I think I'll miss.