My gaze is lost within the sea
Her murky depths captivate me
My soul I give unwillingly
Her whispering, her solemn song...

Upon the rocks I hear her call
Willing me to trip and fall
Into the alluring shawl
Weaved with bittersweet demise

A chilling wind, the breath of life
The rocks below, a waiting knife
Of treachery she is the wife
And ever does she call my name

Never will she cease her plans
Nor her spirit leave the lands
Until she has me in her hands
To drown within her wretched sea