(Jem Finer)
The guests are stood in silence
They stare and drink their wine

On the wall the canvas hangs
Frozen there in time
They marvel at the beauty

The horror and despair
At the wake of the Medusa
No one shed a tear


Sit my friends and listen
Put your glasses down

Sit my friends and listen
To the voices of the drowned


In the moonlight's ghostly glow
I waken in a dream
Once more upon that raft I stand

Upon a raging sea
In my ears the moans and screams
Of the dying ring

Somewhere in the darkness
The siren softly sings


Out there in the waves she stands
And smiling there she calls
As the lightning cracks the sky

The wind begins to howl

The architects of our doom

Around their tables sit
And in their thrones of power
Condemn those they've cast adrift

Echoes down the city street
Their harpies laughter rings
Waiting for the curtain call

Oblivious in the wings

The casket is empty

Abandon ye all hope
They ran off with the money
And left us with the rope