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Tales Of SirensMost are told to stay awakeIn slumber will you depart Some men will sail out to sea to feed the endless hunger A maiden’s voice will carry on reminding him of a past Shores surround The black night’s water silences the mightiest of screams Torn to shreds by her song, leaving only one left Luring men to vessels, set out to embrace enchanted seas When asked of happenings, their hands would tremble It is not for the blade to protect. It is the name engraved on the handle A chest holds the names in no particular order Ask why they were taken One was left to send the rest out to sea |