Mael Mórdha - I Am The Wench's Bane lyrics

Two souls collide in the depth of a night Fraught with fate They circle and weave patterns intricate Swirls of darkness and light Intertwine hypnotically Shades of love and hate Siren and Jester, Wench and her Bane Two of a forgotten race Dispatched by their own hands To an undying land Fraught with a hidden Sorrow The Siren did quench Her Spirit In an attempt to find peace While the Jester played a dying tune Full of pity and despair Dreams drift through such trees that lie within Winds fly harmlessly overhead In silence does the Siren watch the wind Now caress the Mind of One alone Again and again it blows Howling through the trees Fear envelopes Sidhe Who would now be Wench Her Bane has arrived The familiar dashed as souls collide