Enchantresses’ Melody

Great heroes from the land

Please listen to our mystic band

Hands run across a lyre’s web

Wind whistles through an ancient flute

And a voice sings. Yes, follow suit

Come…

In your rest legends will rise

Yes, listen we tell no lies

Like the stars you’ll forever be

Wonderful savors of the war

Your names will be known forever more

Come…

A little closer to the rocks

Sail your ships to our enchanting docks

We await your arrival with delight

Now see our feathers and our golden wings

Hear our alluring voice as it rings

Come…

Glory awaits in your death

Now see your last, hear your last, with your last breath