Letra da Música: Sirens - Alphaville

when the sirens sing again...
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
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
when the sirens sing again...