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We set sail from Circe
We embark from the island of Circe.
Under advice from the witch
Guided by the advice of a witch.
The call of the siren
Drawn by the enchanting song of the siren.
No man can resist
No man can resist the allure of the siren's call.
On course through dark oceans
Navigating through dark seas and challenging waves.
And endless rough tides
Enduring rough tides on our journey.
Our ship, faithful hostess
Our ship, a loyal companion on our quest.
On black sails we glide
We smoothly advance with black sails.
History will tell our tale
Our story will be recorded in history.
Of the brave who set sail
Brave souls who dared to sail into the unknown.
To the sirens on the rocks
Approaching the treacherous sirens on the rocks.
Victory will be in our grasp
Confident that victory will be within our reach.
One man's crazy quest
A daring individual's quest that could lead to our downfall.
Could be our demise
Acknowledging the potential risks and challenges.
As we praise Poseidon
Praising the god Poseidon for safe passage.
Lord Zeus stirs the brine
Lord Zeus influences the sea.
History will tell our tale
Our saga will be recounted in history.
Of the brave who set sail
Bravery displayed by those who dared to set sail.
To the sirens on the rocks
Approaching the perilous sirens on the rocks.
Victory will be ours at last
Confident that victory will finally be achieved.
Look out! Just ahead
Warning of imminent danger just ahead.
Through rocks and mist we sail
Navigating through rocks and mist on our journey.
Shout out!
A call to attention!
Do you hear the siren's call
Can you hear the irresistible call of the siren?
Look out! Just ahead
Warning of imminent danger just ahead (repeated).
Through rocks and mist we sail
Navigating through rocks and mist on our journey (repeated).
Break out!
A call to action - break out!
To escape the siren's call
To escape the captivating call of the siren.
We sail towards the sun
Heading towards a brighter future, sailing toward the sun.
The sirens behind us
Leaving the haunting sirens behind us.
Ulysses, the battle is won
The battle is won, reminiscent of Ulysses and Ithaca.
Ithaca, true seat of the realm
Returning to the true seat of the realm, Ithaca.
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