enchanted voice holds no surprise.
drawn up on the rocks and grounded,
flotsam on a ebbing tide.
tales are told by sailors smiten,
a child like-innocence fills their ears.
too late to turn, the tide it draws them.
they know the truth they learn by fear.
charm me, delight me.
siren of the deep you call my name.
seduce me, hypnotise me.
siren, youтre the one the widowтs blame.
you leave their souls to davey jones,
a tomb too deep to desecrate.
Lyric The Widows Blame – All Living Fear