Dance of The Sorrowing Moon

Sirens call the star set, form in height A seething feel in anger, clothed in white Lost a glance chance of sorrow, now I hide May beyond the tears of hunger, I stare bright Sirens call the star set, form in height A seething feel in anger, clothed in white Lost a glance chance of sorrow, now I hide May beyond the tears of hunger, I stare bright