Sisters Of The Moon (ft Craig Wedren)

Intense silence
As she walked in the room
Her black robes trailing
A sister of the moon

And a black widow spider makes
More sound than she
And black moons in those eyes of hers
Made more sense to me

Heavy persuasion
It was hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stairs
And she called to me

And so I followed
As friends often do
I cared not for love, nor money
I think she knew

The people, they love her
And still they are the most cruel
She asked me
Be my sister, sister of the moon

Call her sister of the moon
Some say illusions was her game
They wrap her in velvet
Does anyone know your name?