Sirens...
Sirens...
A prayer from the shore
Towards those who die
In waves of those disturbing sounds
In waves
So deep down...
Sirens...
They call...
A coming of hand
That helps
To enter cold grave...
Echoes carry their moans
Someone is dying
Away from a shore
On a cold road
At rainy night
Sirens...
Their echoes cry
Among the trees
That grow by a road
In endless dead bliss...