Silver maiden of the sea
Of wind and tears engendered
Through cold, bleak day and darkling night
Have I your sleek form tendered
And yet you're yearning for the sea
The salt-waves of your birth
Through tears of white you shall take flight
And show us all your worth
Though you've the visage of an angel
No heart beats in your chest
No chance here for redemption
Or for eternal rest
On your rock you sit and wait
And yet no way have the
Cries of those both drowned and damned
Of ever haunting thee
Your high clear voice enraptures them
And lures them to their death
You are but a Siren, old
You are the heroes test
Your golden hair is wind-tossed
Your eyes are clear and fair
You are their desire, though
Their doom lies in your stare
You pull them down into the sea
Those both weak and strong
In a strange way you are innocent
You don't know that it's wrong
And yet you are but lonely
Though you have eternal life
The eyes of men are clouded
And veiled to your strife
They scupper on the rock-sides
And fall into the deep
Though they are long both dead and gone
For you, not them, I weep