Sirens In The Dark

In 1682 there was nothing they could do.
A ship full of people sank to the bottom.
Sirens - In the dark.
A Laugh of joy, the seaman is their toy.

Cold and rain, screams of pain.
Hell - not heaven, blinded by beauty.
Sirens - In the dark

Beauty, beauty. Here I come.
I'm far away from home.

Eternal sleep down in the deep.
Someone is collecting souls.
Calling - Why were they calling.

Beauty, beauty. Here I come.
I'm far away from home.


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