Sirens’ Island

We’ve got the Golden Fleece
Now setting back to full sail
In this boundless sea, 
Just water all around
In the great depth of the sea
Waves seem so clean and silent
Still water’s all we need
We’re searching for the ground

The breeze brought from afar
waft of fairy flowers
The whiff creates desire
Seamen lost their minds 
The maidens seem like birds
With magic human voices
Sit on the rocks and sing
That poor steersman went blind 
 [bad word] 

We hear sirens [bad word] from the shores
Spellbound men are falling 
Caught by magic charms 

We hear sirens [bad word] from the rocks
Gods, save us from falling
Guard us from their traps

Sailing toward the rocks
Downfall is inevitable
Voices kept calling us
The Island seems so near
One of the youthful rowers
Jumped off the deck
He tried to reach the shores
But then he disappeared

Orpheus son of [bad word] Sing loudly of our deeds
Great singer of all times
Let your kithara play 
Break down the charms of sirens
Please keep us from our death
Let them hear your singing
The gods will hear us pray

(Music by Grendel & Pagan)