A melodic longing for what cannot be
For apparently seamen can't survive in the sea
They venture in their numbers to try to find the source
But are put into their sandy graves by Poseidon's force
A lust for certain doom for all under it's spell
fated to die and rot away inside a breathless hell

One comes near only to die at the hands of the rocky coast
A handsome face is all that's left to their aquatic hosts
The hope of the sirens is taken away each time a ship gives in
To the fight against the waves and storms that none can ever win
A punishment for both for such is the curse
the weak of will shall always fall before the second verse


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