In the sea the sirens call
I jump from that castles’ wall
The garters and gates won’t hold me in
For she had come calling, once again
My love, the sea, how she wailed and cried
I needed return and be at her side
But how fate could turn its cruel head,
For my treachery had forced her head to bed
I nest myself in the sands of guilt
Lying in her froth, a hand on the hilt
Guilt, a sword, pins me here
Your froth meets me to come and leer
I know that I could not stay true
So now my lover, here I come and join with you.