hail odysseus
Singer:my dying bride
he surely sails on tameless seas
with idle hours in devils hands
one hundred men on tameless seas
always searching for sacred land
rain lashing raw shoulders
with wrists bangled in scars again
he surely sails enchanted seas
hearing voices he believes
so heave onwards and heave toward us
with wrists bangled with gold and stars
and from below she screams out 'no! odysseus
and you must fear the voice you hear
'and you will fall at the sirens call
into their poisoned claws!'
fearing loss she watched them go
a new voice sung aloud from the sand
odysseus can be your king
into her arms forevermore
she sings no longer on the shore