Tis true, I am a Siren by all means,
Those naïve men who's brainless when we sing.
Ludicrous mortals think we are vixens.
Listen foolish souls, for we are sirens.
Come, listen, you shall be a wiser man.
Your heart of pain, we know all how to ban.
We are here for you, and so are our songs.
It shall be answered, all that thou prolongs.
So there goes our spell, enchanting to all.
It's amusing to see all those men fall,
For once our song ends, the men all around,
They shall only have death, newly found.
Once they fall, laughter is heard above all,
But we, the sirens, make a special call,
"Those absurd pigs, how dimwitted they are,
We are sirens, better than men by far."
