In 1682 there was nothing they could do
A ship full of people sank to the bottom
Sirens - In the dark
A Laugh of joy, the seaman is their toy
Cold and rain, screams of pain
Hell - not heaven, blinded by beauty
Sirens - In the dark
Beauty, beauty. Here I come
I'm far away from home
Eternal sleep down in the deep
Someone is collecting souls
Calling - Why were they calling
Beauty, beauty. Here I come
I'm far away from home