| The guests are stood in silence
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| They stare and drink their wine
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| On the wall the canvas hangs
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| Frozen there in time
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| They marvel at the beauty
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| The horror and despair
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| At the wake of the Medusa
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| No one shed a tear
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| Sit my friends and listen
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| Put your glasses down
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| Sit my friends and listen
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| To the voices of the drowned
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| In the moonlight’s ghostly glow
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| I waken in a dream
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| Once more upon that raft I stand
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| Upon a raging sea
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| In my ears the moans and screams
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| Of the dying ring
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| Somewhere in the darkness
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| The siren softly sings
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| Out there in the waves she stands
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| And smiling there she calls
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| As the lightning cracks the sky
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| The wind begins to howl
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| The architects of our doom
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| Around their tables sit
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| And in their thrones of power
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| Condemn those they’ve cast adrift
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| Echoes down the city street
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| Their harpies laughter rings
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| Waiting for the curtain call
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| Oblivious in the wings
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| The casket is empty
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| Abandon ye all hope
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| They ran off with the money
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| And left us with the rope |