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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/alphaville/sirens.html ]
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
