Lindsay Phillips - The Song of the Siren Lyrics

Oceans rise
The song of the siren
We're given so little time
Broad and high
The wall between us
Endlessly circling, always ascending
To see is to grieve

The light never ending
On the length of her hair
Yet she's gone
What will be?
See the soft light descending
On her brow - cold and pale
Yet she's gone
What will be

Eyes ablaze
A lake of fire
Lancing that frame on the wall
Silence now
The shadow is calling
Penitent voices, laid wreaths and cold roses
To see is to grieve