• Come now my child, fear not for me,
    we will be together again by the sea,
    the mermaids braid their hair through the wind,
    but they know all secrets of sins.
    Dont let fear into your heart,
    and hope that we never ever part.
    But i'll tell you a tale that the dead man spoke,
    never enter the cove, which inhales and breaths smoke.

    Dont be fooled, at first they dont look right, But looked beyond that,
    dont let them trick your sight.
    They know all, see all, and everything in between.
    When the gift is granted you will see what they mean.

    Do not touch what the gods hold theirs.
    The door to the cove will be opened through pairs.
    The youngest, with her love so pure,
    The middle, whose partner is her cure.
    The oldest will make come and bring them together,
    Then make them a family forever.

    The flute, that choose the middle of three, will play the tune that shall grant why to thee,
    The youngest and whose lover is wise,
    with their keys will grant way to man’s demise,
    But not without the third final key, which the oldest holds and sees.

    Together these three will make harmony, while the flute player plays, the tune of the sea.
    That which shall open the cove for all men’s glee.
    But do not be hasty to be greedy.
    The gods can see into your soul, and will send you to Hell to be buried in coal.
    Less you pass the God’s test, then they will give,
    Your fondest wish and which you will live.