Under the deepness of the seas,
Sirens cry their melodies...
Sisters of night,
they sink the ones less bright
Over impossible destinies
that sailors seek
They just look for whom to peek,
While the white horses
roam into waves,
Sirens come to the surface,
To lure their preys,
With sadness and hope,
dwelling in their
big blue eyes,
They promise love,
under the ceiling of twilight.