There is a man standing upon the shore
Oh how easy this will be, for he is mortal born.
I swim a little closer, give a smile and flip my hair,
And then I start to sing and now he is ensnared.
Her hair is black as night, so lovely and so long,
And oh that voice of hers, by her side is where I belong.
As I watch her and I listen, my heart, so fast, begins to beat.
And I am taken to a world from which there is no retreat.
I have trapped him now, he is captured in my game.
I shall take him to my home, no I am not ashamed.
So young and so sweet, so pure and so right.
And once the fool is in love, I shall take his life.
So far away from home now but I do not care.
Oh, if she would but let me touch her lovely hair.
I should turn away and leave, but I think instead,
I will follow this beauty to her inviting bed.
There is no turning back now, this he finally knows.
He is a handsome thing, a pity he must go.
I run my fingers through his hair, and sing one last time.
Then I gently kiss his lips and now his soul is mine!
