Dreams, sweet with the sound of the lyre,
Gently rocking the cradled mind,
On the calm tide of the sea.
Dreams, lustful with red blood,
Lapping up the last drops,
In her dark, cold cave.
Dreams, lovely with the soft song,
Lulling the pained to sleep,
In the oceans deep.
Dreams, hungry for cold flesh,
Biting at the still warm meat,
In the night, surrounded by stars.
Dreams, beautiful with gentle sounds,
Singing in his ears,
On the edge of a deep sleep.
Dreams, craving for more,
Voraciously clawing and never satisfied,
In the dark songs of the Night.
Dreams, careful to never wake,
Sleeping sailors cease to breathe,
In the cold waters of her seas.
Dreams, agony set in song,
Feasting sirens always sing,
In the dark, cold cave which she eats.