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