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 does quench her spirit
In an attempt to find peace
While the jester plays a dying tune
Full of pity and despair

Dreams drift through such trees that lie within
Wind flies 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 Sídhe
Who would now be wench
Her bane has arrived
The familiar dashed as souls collide