The call serenaded upon calm wave,
enticing weary ones to their graves.
Angelic calling to the thaws of man,
All would succumb when voices began.

Consuming waters enveloped sight,
As beauties voices serenaded their plight.
All of home of love was slowly erased
On salty winds their breath they could taste.

They sang a different song to each mans heart,
Telling each they were the only one,never apart.
In the deep did the truth silently now lie,
Using pawns to trick those above up high.

Many bones to bleach in the darkest abyss
The flesh of man, a taste of purest bliss,
A voice angelic even in drowning death
With each voice take in, they take their last breath