Текст песни Enchanting the Enchanter - Amarante

The sun was low, just rising.
A layer of fog surrounded the island claimed by the mystical creature.
The Siren, in all her beauty and power, lay in the darkness of her throne,
Awaiting the ship of her next victim.
Suddenly, she was attracted to a song so beautiful she could see it.
The melody lifted from the lighthouse in the distance, in a swirl of colorful notes coming to meet her ears.
As the rainbow of notes approached her, the fog dissolved, the sun reached high, and the lighthouse shone in front of her, luring her to it,
Enchanting the enchanter.
The man in the lighthouse was responsible.
Drawn to a song more beautiful than her own,
The siren herself seduced