My loving light, she calls to me.
Her siren voice calls to me.
My glowing warmth,
She guides my way.
She pleads with me to stay,
In her tower above the sea.
She will always call to me.
I cannot cause her pain, I love her too much.
I long for her pulsating touch,
To cause her grief would kill me.
So I utter a single oath,
"I will stay with thee."
Once said, never undone.
I am trapped underneath her sun.
Her glow turns icy and cold.
Soon I shall never grow old.
Hear my warning:
Do not venture into her lovely morning.
A whirlpool opens, and I give out a cry.
She adds my voice to her enticing lie.
Beware, those who sail this ocean.
Do not be entranced by her graceful motion.
Beware that siren voice, that tower, that sun.