The guests are stood in silence They stare and drink their wine On the wall the canvas hangs Frozen there in time They marvel at the beauty The horror and despair At the wake of the Medusa No one shed a tear Sit my friends and listen Put your glasses down Sit my friends and listen To the voices of the drowned In the moonlight's ghostly glow I waken in a dream Once more upon that raft I stand Upon a raging sea In my ears the moans and screams Of the dying ring Somewhere in the darkness The siren softly sings Out there in the waves she stands And smiling there she calls As the lightning cracks the sky The wind begins to howl The architects of our doom Around their tables sit And in their thrones of power Condemn those they've cast adrift Echoes down the city street
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