B3. Wake of the Meduza

The guests are stood in silince they stare and drink their wine
On the wall the canvas hang frozen there in time
They marvel at the beauty the roror 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 moonlights 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 rings

Out there in the waves she stands and smiling there she calls
As the lightning cracks the sky the wind begings to howl

The archtitects of your doom around their tables sit
And in their thrones of power condemn those they´ve cast adrift
Echoes down the city street their harpies laughter rings
Waiting for the curtain call oblivious in the wings

The casket is empty abandon ye all hope
They ran of with the money and left us with the rope

Shane McGowan