I hear the voices of mermaids at the sea
crying for the loss of love and life,
dreaming of a land where they'll be free.
Their only partner is the wreckage
of the sailors' lust and fears,
forever locked in the horizon's touch.
With dimming lights ornamenting the passing hope
and forming eyes on dormant rocks,
when night has fallen and work can stop.
This darkness merges in an eternal play
the starless heavens with Neptune's world,
while demons surface until the light of day.
This cry I am hearing comes from within
for there's no creature that could exist,
without reflecting man's soul or sin.