Born in sadness
Died in pain
Wonder if my soul got a chance to live
In vain
As my blood turns to ashes
and my soul turns to waves
I'll live forever with the sirens
And wait in silence for my shadows to erase.

Bless the sailors
Bless the poor men
Who won't tempt to follow my bitter
Cunning chant
My ocean gives them power to refrain
My wicked heart shall give them strengh
To find other waves to my siren soul.