Silver dress and hair
I peer through the garden gate
And pray she isn't there
Lady of the end
Each man lives in terror of all that she portends
Freedom in her death cry
Hear the howling of her hounds
She comes under black skies
Taking hold of sight and sound

We come singing sorrow's song
The drowning voice of every heart who
Wishes to belong, oh
We come beating hollow drums
The ebb and flow of ancient rhyme
The slicing of our thumbs
In the half Moon light
In the half Moon light

Taken by a spell
That deep melancholia
To plunge me in its well
Let me stay this time
And walk with the living in the world that should be mine
Tight stays digging into
All the softness of my breast
Hard days leading into
Quiet nights where I can rest

We come singing sorrow's song
The drowning voice of every heart who
Wishes to belong, oh
We come beating hollow drums
The ebb and flow of ancient rhyme
The slicing of our thumbs
In the half Moon light
In the half Moon light
Half Moon light
In the half Moon light