Forever it blows,
The mist on a gentle breeze.
One last kiss for mortals,
Floating, hopeless upon the seas.
Sirenåde's sweet divination,
a wind for the weary,
Gifted by temptation,
A last chance for the dreary.
There is land on the horizon,
Where the white flower blooms.
They Ascend if they wisen,
For the unwilling, it dooms.
The song is heard,
In each nautical direction.
The melody lays hold,
and offers redemption.
