Sing, sing, siren
The tale is spun
Achelous is waiting
Sing, sing, siren
The tale is spun
The traveler is on the run
Breathless
She moves across the painted sky
Reaching through centuries of old
Sirens calling
Sirens calling
Sing, sing, siren
The tale is spun
Achelous is waiting
Sing, sing, siren
The tale is spun
The traveler is on the run
Restless
He chases paper moons
Seeking embers from the flame
And the sirens falling
Sirens calling his name
Sing, siren, sing
The morning will come
The flame has already been made
Sing, siren, sing
The morning will come
And soon the night will be undone
Across space and time
Our vow of flesh burns
Like embers from the stars
While the ebony of space yearns
Weightless
Transformations engage the void
Pulling out the morning sun
Sirens crawling
Sirens calling
Sirens...
Siren Siren Sing
The darkness has been spun
Achelous is waiting
Siren, siren, sing
The darkness has been spun
The traveler is on the run
Sing siren sing
The morning will come
The flame has already been made
Sing siren sing
The morning will come
And soon the heart will succumb
Sing siren sing
The morning will come
And soon the night will be undone