Oh sailor, what lilting music
Hast enthralled thy heart?
The siren’s song, it beckons
Beckons from the start
Calling from a rocky shoal
And to the watery grave
Lost souls floundering in the murky depths
Past the point where none can save
A ghoulish grinning face
That lilting song beguile
Luring me to the roiling waves
With that deceptive smile
A mighty ship in an angry sea
Boiling, tossing, churning
Racing towards the black rocks
Towards those eyes burning
And out of the mouth so foul
Came the most beautiful song
A song of love and tragedy
A song of where I belong
The song, haunting
A tale (my tale) of lost glory
Of what never happened
A new end to the story
Gazing into those blazing eyes
And I, tied to the mast
Dreaming of what could be
Entranced by this dream of last
I saw a lonely maiden,
She who called my name
‘Ulysses, Ulysses’ she beckoned me
‘What hast thou for shame?’
Her voice a lilting melody,
And a flutter in her breath;
Drawn was I,
To the lovely face of Death
This forsaken maiden fair
Hast enthralled my heart
Capturing my every thought
Whenever we’re apart