Slave to Sirens

Low born and low dwelling species Songless, peevish thing You live not in the upper air And you cannot tell the sound of singing I shall sing my words When my lips are burned with flames We are yet an infected wave Of an everlasting lust for hate In our silence And our slumber we drag our chains Low born dwelling species Songless, peevish thing You pray You obey Forever a slave Stuck in this grave You pray You obey Listen to the sound Of a thousand screaming souls Afraid Betrayed Waiting some time to be saved Alone Forgotten Salt water smothers Your face Waiting to be saved Water smothers your face You try To escape No mercy shall ever Be on your side You try To escape But the gods foretold Your arrival And in our dreams We saw you sailing near Where the sea hits the rocks The clouds grew darker As the tides called us forth And there we see you Approaching your doom We will lure you inside Of our cave Become a slave to sirens Look into our eyes Hell fires rage Become a slave to sirens Crumble down Into dust Oblivion shall become of you When you are crucified And spitting blood Demonized are the heart Of us who enslave you now You shall succumb You will become A slave to the sirens now