• I can not be that siren in the night
    That banshee that haunts your dreams
    For I am dark
    And angelic melodies do not always for tell sweet things
    At the dawn of the midnight sun
    My flower shall bloom
    And reveal my true voice to you
    Melody so sweet
    But no words are heard
    Like a love that never fades
    A hatred never goes away
    You are never the same
    Upon a midnight melody