• At the time the clock strikes twelve,
    in the garden pool sings a Siren.
    ‘Who is awake at midnight, who?’
    She wonders, preparing to entrance.
    Oh, a girl comes out for a walk.
    She does not know her unfortunate fate.

    Somewhere in heaven sits the weaver of fate,
    ready to cut the string on year ‘twelve’…
    She should mourn her life on this walk.
    But she will not, she hears the Siren…
    The cadence of her melody, entrance!
    ‘Who could resist a Siren Song, who?’

    ‘Who would not come closer, who?’
    Feel sorry for the maiden, a sad fate.
    A Siren’s seductive song must entrance.
    Alluring beauty. The pink of the twelve
    Lillies retreats, the world nothing but for the Siren.
    She cannot control herself, closer she will walk…

    The ground shudders at this determined walk.
    ‘Who among the stones could handle it, who?’
    The world is grey but for the Siren.
    She is colored by her song of fate.
    And the innocent sees this, for twelve
    Steps brought her close, she is entranced.

    Song ascends, strengthening the entrance.
    The maiden is bound, a casualty of her walk.
    The Fate cuts the thread at year twelve.
    ‘Who is lost and destroyed? She is who.’
    A doll, can she even think of her fate?
    Or is her only consciousness the song of the Siren?

    The song is everything, song of the Siren.
    The most successful one yet, a deep entrance.
    But one day the innocent will live again, that is her fate.
    She won’t have the strength or will to walk.
    ‘Who ever would after me, who?’
    She will yearn for the time when she was twelve.

    She will be a Siren, she won’t have to walk.
    Who could break free of her entrance, who?
    It was her fate to die at twelve.