13 August 2012
Keep among ourselves the secret of our charm,
Many a man we can disarm.
A smile, a touch a gentle kiss,
A couple of beats your heart will miss.
A secret smile, a beautiful pout
You won't even have time to cry out.
A pretty little song will have you snared,
Before we drag you down to our lair.
But hush now sailor,
Don't you cry.
What a beautiful way to die.
Sirens • Opuss № I