Leanan Sidhe
You twist and turn in the palm of my hand
I think I've won, but you break free again
Your siren song, chills me to the bone
I your slave Leanan Sidhe
You cut so quick, burn deep into my skin
The pain is real, but nothing else is
You showed me love by shackling up my wrists
Beset my life Leanan Sidhe
You thrive and shine, while I waste away
Your foxfire veil glows stronger everyday
The wait for your touch, is waning its stay
Soon I will die Leanan Sidhe
The more you inflict the dearer you are
My pain is scribed, like the needle and its scars
I had a choice succumb to your lure
I love you Leanan Sidhe
When I awake to a fate not of my fears
In your embrace I'll sleep a thousand years
You sooth the pain of my lifetime sewn of silt
You are the flame Leanan Sidhe
You are the flame Leanan Sidhe
You are the flame Leanan Sidhe