I had a premonition that things would not be going well

It was not so much that anyone had all that much to tell

After all dead men don’t talk much being as they’re dead

But with a single look around I knew angels would fear to tread

This place that we were now walking fearfully through

Was very well a place that might just be the end of me and you

Oh, I knew we would fight with everything we had

But,  couldn’t help to see that the end might be very sad

We promised each other to have each other’s back

Then we fought hard until our sight faded into black

Taken up into the mist of that tunnel’s white light

We knew we had done our best but didn’t get it right

The tales we know that will one day be shared and told

Will tell of the day we bravely died in the days of old