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...