| privateers at sea hear the drone
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| piercing signal to them all
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| reaching forward for their lofting hulls
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| raping minds to heed her call
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| the siren’s calling
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| she’s dragging their sails to the shore
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| once again approaching through its fog
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| penetrate the eerie cove
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| anxious thoughts see only whorish moll
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| melodies that cry fro more and more
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| the siren’s calling
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| the sailors falling
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| my siren’s calling
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| forcing them back as she’s slamming their decks to the shore
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| once again you hear the pounding of the waves
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| icy touch pulls from above
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| can’t you feel her reaching out for you
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| come joined the damned, as you fall
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| (leads — mandat)
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| once again you hear the pounding of the waves
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| icy touch pulls from above
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| can’t you feel her reaching out for you
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| come joined the damned, as you fall
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| now her men have perished, one and all
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| hunger stricken corpses call
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| trance to bring the slaughter, toll the sign
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| those men who’ve met the evil tide, die
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| the siren’s calling
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| the captain’s falling
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| my siren’s calling
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| leading them to a merciless end as they fail! |