If you hear the Siren's song, traveler it won't be long.
You'll fall
prostrate at her feet, so bewitched that you can't eat.
Won't you fill your
ears with wax before Siren's song attacks?
Have us tie you to the mast;
otherwise, you will not last.
You'll forget all in her voice. Step back while
you have a choice.
Go home to your worried wife. Beauty hopes to end your
life.
The ship must keep sailing. Yes, warmer arms await.
She would make
you a dead man, Odysseus the Great.
The ship must keep sailing. Yes, warmer
arms await.
She would make you a dead man, Odysseus the Great.
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