the Lost Mermaids

The Albatross grants us its vue The lamp is bright to mature your soul The nonsense makes me numb The Mermaids of the Canals cry their demise They play their best web, swim Make your plans tell everyone you've got to lose to unspun the gilded gauge amongst a riverway of lies The Albatross between the stretch of canals The Mariner tales his tales Trains making with their inroads disputing the canals The Mermaids also constant as the tides lose their right and death falls the land the Trains took your kingdom To torch the earth and see a rivers reed dissolve