MILK OF THE SIRENS

House 33 (Thirdy Three)

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The ocean's a canvas, painted with moonlight
Waves crash and whisper, secrets in the night
The siren's song echoes, a tempting melody
Her eyes, like sea glass, hold a twisted decree

Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of decidin'
Which one's deservin' to drown

The ship sails closer, drawn by the sweet sound
The crew, captivated, lost in the unknown ground
Their hearts beat faster, a rhythm of desire
Lost in the moment, consumed by the fire

Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of decidin'
Which one's deservin' to drown

The siren's laughter, a chilling, cruel delight
She chooses her victim, with a smile in the night
Their souls are swallowed, lost in the deep blue
No escape from her grip, no chance to break through

Drink from the leche of sirens
Summon the sailors in town
Strangle the fear of decidin'
Which one's deservin' to drown

The ocean whispers, a tale of despair
The siren's hunger, never to be spared
The milk of the siren, a poison so sweet
A seductive fate, where only the strong can retreat