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(Spoken Word)
I watched everything in silence on the beach line
With my eyes suspended on the passive sky;
Oh new moon of October, bring the rain and the winds,
Prepare my soul to whisper, adjust my mouth
To murmur all torments!

(1st Section)
Haunting clouds of violent storms
Come down on my convicted carcass

I fell my body levitate, in the cry of the litany,
In the prayer of the damned, in the plagues of the besieged,
And it begins…
It delivers me from the famine that consumes me, from this cold;
It delivers me from the evil of the animal within;
It delivers me from pain and one feels blessed
It engenders me to dive in the waves!

(Final Section)
From this song of the Sirens, who evades?
Who escapes it's dismal beguile?
The chants are signs of perdition.
I drown.

As if there was a charm, a strange magic,
The sun slowly floats amidst the shores of the day.
The song strips my corsair body, it dries my owl vein,
It rips from my chest the misery, misfortune, despair.

From this song of the Sirens, who evades?
Who escapes it's dismal beguile?
The chants are signs of perdition.
I drown.

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