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.