In the glow of the midnight moon
through the crash of the restless sea,
a voice within the roiling waves
reaches out to beckon me.

When the call of the Siren's heard
and the words of the sea are said,
I go to her as in a trance
with a soul that feels no dread.

Like the tides from the ocean's depths
pull away at the moon's commands,
I entertain no thought at all
but to follow her demands.

Like a lover who can't resist
a seductress who gets her way,
I leave the shore to chase the voice
that has bid me to obey.

In the glow of the midnight moon
when the dawn has no hold on me,
I listen only to the call
of the dark, enchanting sea.