I feel her wind consuming me
her voice contacts the sea
with wondrous power, i call to you
oh fair maiden, what is true
ill test the sands under my feet
that you’ll bring every ship defeat
being perfect and tuned
the cycle of destruction cause by her moon
how deep are your valleys
that caused sailors to hang from your gallery
but when calls to you
in a journey of her blues
the sirens song, a mist
be careful of her kiss