The Deep Dark’s Call

Oh, gather ‘round ye sailors bold,
A tale unfolds, of depths untold.
Where mermaids sing and sirens cry,
To lure ye down where sailors die.
Their voices sweet, a haunting tune,
Beneath the glare of a ghostly moon.

Beware, beware, the deep’s dark call,
The siren's kiss, the ocean’s thrall.
The kraken stirs, the sea runs red,
And monsters rise where angels dread.

Through foggy mists, the shadows creep,
The dread leviathan wakes from sleep.
Its tentacles, like towers high,
Will drag your soul beneath the sky.
The sirens wail, their beauty grim,
To drown your heart and pull you in.

Beware, beware, the deep’s dark call,
The siren's kiss, the ocean’s thrall.
The kraken stirs, the sea runs red,
And monsters rise where angels dread.

In the brine, the dead men lie,
Their hollow gazes haunt the sky.
The cursed crew, the damned, the lost,
Their fates entwined at mortal cost.
No prayers will save, no lantern’s light,
From the cursed beasts that haunt the night.

A serpent coils ‘neath waves so black,
Its scales like night, no turning back.
Its eyes afire, a burning gleam,
That haunts the bravest sailor’s dream.
Its hiss a gale, its maw a tomb,
It drags ye down to endless gloom.

A spectral ship of bones does soar,
Crewed by phantoms of the lore.
Their hollow songs, a mournful cry,
For all who dared the depths to try.
Their lanterns swing, their shadows leer,
The sea’s own hymn of doom draws near.

Beware, beware, the deep’s dark call,
The siren's kiss, the ocean’s thrall.
The kraken stirs, the sea runs red,
And monsters rise where angels dread.

So sail no more, ye hearts of steel,
Lest death’s cold hand, ye chance to feel.
For in the deep where shadows sprawl,
No soul escapes the dark sea’s call.