A salt and morning odour
Stings softly on my skin
Soon shall fade to vapour
In the evening of my sin

Keep me safe now in your haven
From storm and wave and time
Keep me free now as the raven
Amidst the wreckage of my crime

Feed me freedom in a chalice
Made of gold and silver sin
And shield me from my malice
That my life may thus begin

For aeons and through ages
Still a song is sung
About the Sirens and the wages
Those pay whence wrath has sprung

From the chaos of creation, I roamed the seven seas
Seven winds and seven tidings, seven wings were my release
And how I still adore you, my brazen mournful gift
And through all tide and twilight, my heart shall never shift

Have not seen you in my eye
Not heard your tempting cry
But felt forever, in a moment
When seagulls brought about your sigh

For aeons and through ages
Still a song is sung
About the Sirens and the wages
Those pay whence wrath has sprung

From the chaos of creation, I roamed the seven seas
Seven winds and seven tidings, seven wings were my release
And how I still adore you, my brazen mournful gift
And through all tide and twilight my heart shall never shift

Raise it now, and cast it far
My heart above both moon and star
So that not fear, nor doubt or stain
Your face could ever mar

On your rocks beguiling
On your shores as heaven smiling
Sit and sing still to the sea
Of all the lives that envy thee

For aeons and through ages
Still a song is sung
About the Sirens and the wages
Those pay whence wrath has sprung

From the chaos of creation, I roamed the seven seas
Seven winds and seven tidings, seven wings were my release
And how I still adore you, my brazen wounded gift
And through all tide and twilight my heart shall never shift

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