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Lungs were punctured, faces gored
Flesh was eaten, blood was poured
Hungry, feral voices roared
This hopeless voyage now at an end.

Release your strength and come to me
No need for hope, now you are free
Let these words compel your heart
All pain and sorrow will depart.

Dead men have no tales to tell
With your death our stomachs swell
There's no warning to this fate
Once you hear our song it's too late.

“SIRENS’ SONG” BY The Dread Crew of Oddwood.

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