Sirens

when the sirens sing again... 
he is sitting on a hill 
a vapid night is crawling through the vale 
the trees are fangs of transiency 
the demons forge hammers and nails 
when the sirens sing again... 
he will travel all the ways 
that lead to the unknown lands 
time has distorted his view 
an amen in his due 
when the sirens sing again...