We rise up from the murky deep.
Our lilting song flows over the waves
And snare the souls of men we keep.
Then send them to their watery graves.
So easy are the mortals fooled.
They do not hear our taunting words.
Each ends up in a drowning pool
And yet they come to us in herds.
So, listen… listen to our voices,
You simple-minded men.
It’s not that we offer choices
About how your life will end…