Now here comes the siren call
Luring you to better days
Of toil and play

The illusionary song to make you fall
In slumber and lazy ways
To stagnant stay

A melody trapping you behind the wall
Of an unending phase
In a grey, dripping day

The heralding hymn of deadly pall
Swaying you in a maze
Till in death you lay

Arrived is temptation’s siren call
Heating you up in a blaze
Beneath the depths where above the foams spray

Yes here is the siren call
That brought you to better days
Of thrice times toil and meagre play