Once upon a time, there was a siren deep below. He called himself The Darling of the Sea we ought to row. Born without a pod he prayed to God, but this wasn't right. He hoped to be a captain sailing throughout the night. And so his legend went: Born of the sea and built with might, come with me and sail with pride. Scales or feathers, stones or blub, Part of me despite our blood. Part of me despite our blood! You would hear stories about the cursed siren, as you were on your boat searching for it.