Sirens Kiss کے بول

Deep under the sea Waiting patiently Shadow of a corpse They feel no remorse They rise up from the deep These creatures never sleep If you see hair of red You know you'll soon be dead Feel the under tow Death is moving slow Try to gasp for air Time for one last prayer They rise up from the deep These creatures never sleep If you see hair of red You know you'll soon be dead Takes you under for the slumber Red hair swaying Best start praying Under their arm deaths good luck charm Lungs stop breathing Waters freezing