Beneath the Black Tide

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I've heard the sea call sweeter than wine. A siren's hymn

in the midnight bright. She whispered my name when the moon would rise

and stole my soul through the darkened sky. The storm broke my ship and

the night replied with voices of hunger the sea can't hide. Yet one sang

mercy and drew me alive. Her hands like fire, her

tears like the tide. I left my heart beneath the black

tide where a song still weeps and the dead reside. If you hear