My Dying Bride - Hail Odysseus

He surely sails on tameless seas
With idle hours in Devils hands
One hundred men on tameless seas
Always searching for sacred land
Rain lashing raw shoulders
So heave, onwards, and heave again!
With wrists bangled with scars again
From below, she watched only him
Secretly, she crept so grim
He surely sails enchanted seas
Hearing voices, he believes Hail Odysseus, come to us
So heave onwards and heave toward us!
With wrists bangled with gold and stars
And from below she screams out no! Odysseus please don't go!
And you must fear the voice you hear
Already now, they're so near
'And you will fall at the Sirens call, into their poisoned claws! Fearing loss she watched them go
The sirens, she thought, take me
From below, she leapt into the see
From the sea to the land, greeting her, a golden hand
'Welcome child, to our isle, become one, take my hand So it was, the crew were lost, event brave Odysseus