Words of yours so sharp they cut the air
Thy skin is shining bright like stars
A beauty full of love it seems
She walks as if she floats above the earth
You play the game of many faces
Thou sweet as honey, soft as snow
Thy express yourself in clever phrases
One follows you like moth to the glow
Darkness gathers deep within yourself
Anger is cutting you like blades
Thou can't control it
Thou can't escape it
It eats you up
Corrupts your mind
Makes you hollow
You satisfy yourself with blood
Torn flesh of men relieve your anguish
Thus mutes the cutting hurt you feel
And silence those thou cannot manage
Darkness gathers deep within yourself
Anger is cutting you like blades
Thou can't control it
Thou can't escape it
It eats you up
Corrupts your mind
Makes you hollow
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind
Thy frame is blinding me like flames
Unsighted by your honeyed cunning
I ran towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full
Thou using me, just like a tool
As soon as your thirst is satisfied
Thou let me fall, cast me aside
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind
Thy frame is blinding me like flames
Unsighted by your honeyed cunning
I ran towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full
Thou using me, just like a tool
As soon as your thirst is satisfied
Thou let me fall, cast me aside
You satisfy yourself with blood
Torn flesh of men relieve your anguish
Thus mutes the cutting hurt you feel
And silence those thou cannot manage
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind
Thy frame is blinding me like flames
Unsighted by your honeyed cunning
I ram towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full
Thou using me, just like a tool
As soon as your thirst is satisfied
Thou let me fall, cast me aside
Thine sweetened chants corrupt my mind
Thy frame is blinding me like flames
Unsighted by your honeyed cunning
I ram towards your sharpened claws
Thou feed on me until you're full
Thou using me, just like a tool
As soon as your thirst is satisfied
Thou let me fall, cast me aside
Beware to be bewitched by her
The words she says are cunning ones
You are just prey, for her to play
Like Odysseus would follow the sirens
You will follow her call
The call of the sirens
Oh (oh oh oh)
The call of the sirens