Polyphemos

May you sing oh goddess. Don't you sing for me.
See my eye's been shadowed. Tears of tar will be
fruitful by the ocean, says the prophecy.

Muses and sirens may fly from this island away, from this bay.
Whether they sing or say, off! from this harbour away from this bay.

I demand you ocean, as the son of sea.
Stretch your hand to smite, then swallow him in thee.
As the prophecy said, none shall fly from me.

Muses and sirens may fly from this island away, from this bay.
Whether they sing or say, off! from this harbour away from this bay.