If you want my treasure I'll send you my king. And if you dare you do your battle with him. And if you win you take home my spoils. But if you lose I hope you like the cold, I hope you like it. On the beaches lay scattered bones. Hear their cries through the mist and the foam. Singing, set us free and take us home. Lay me down somewhere dry and somewhere warm. At night they do tell us of troublesome things, Of enchants and presences drawing them in, Voices from the dark depths calling them near, Saying come a little closer you've Nothing to fear, come a little closer. On the beaches lay scattered bones. Hear their cries through the mist and the foam. Saying set us free and take us home. Lay me down somewhere dry and somewhere warm Beauty behold this watery tomb, These crags and these cliffs have carved out your doom. Gentle like a lover or as wild as the same, You come to me wanton yet you curse my name. I took you as a parlay and you rue the day, You heed not the warnings You're only to blame. On the beaches lay scattered bones. Hear their cries through the mist and the foam. Set us free and take us, take us home. Lay me down somewhere dry and somewhere warm. By Vicki Thorn