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