Call of the Siren

Marek Steven

We set sail from Circe
Under advice from the witch
The call of the siren
No man can resist

On course through dark oceans
And endless rough tides
Our ship, faithful hostess
On black sails we glide

History will tell our tale
Of the brave who set sail
To the sirens on the rocks
Victory will be in our grasp

One man's crazy quest
Could be our demise
As we praise Poseidon
Lord Zeus stirs the brine

History will tell our tale
Of the brave who set sail
To the sirens on the rocks
Victory will be ours at last

Look out! Just ahead
Through rocks and mist we sail
Shout out!
Do you hear the siren's call

Look out! Just ahead
Through rocks and mist we sail
Break out!
To escape the siren's call

We sail towards the sun
The sirens behind us
Ulysses, the battle is won
Ithaca, true seat of the realm

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