paralyzed by the beauty of those words
that so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust
suddenly I fear the end of my solitude
once a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soul

left behind to fight [bad word] pawns of Eris
hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him

suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
but he no longer fights the torture of her voice
so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
a soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
...he is hers...

beautiful whispers leave one so far
chain these hands of ageless [bad word] rid us of this beloved curse
an epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spiteful
her tongue screams for him
rid us of this curse

suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
but he no longer fights the torture of her voice
so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
a soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
...he is hers...

set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of Pandora 
phantoms which shall forever prey on mankind's weakness
the grains of time hold no bearing to those eyes
in pale moonlight she sings to the haunted sea
vile notes seduce old [bad word] to slake unholy thirst

left behind to fight [bad word] pawns of Eris
hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him

suffering unseen now will be left to burn in her stare
but he no longer fights the torture of her voice
so long forgotten, I am lost in her stare
mad so clear as she extracts her painful toll
a soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens
...he is hers...