Do you hear my beautiful and majestic music? My Sirens song? I know that you can't resist its melancholy beauty as it conjures up illusions of my perfection in your mind. Heed the warnings of your ancestors you pathetic little . For your screams will be all that fills your ears if ever we meet.

The louder that you scream the better, the more that you show your pain and misery, the more that I will feed upon your decrepit flesh. Show me your misery and your suffering, squirm beneath the power that I yield upon you, feel it torment your flesh and mind, do you still hear beauty in my...

Do you hear my beautiful and majestic music? My Sirens song? I know that you can't resist its melancholy beauty as it conjures up illusions of my perfection in your mind. Heed the warnings of your ancestors you pathetic little . For your screams will be all that fills your ears if ever we meet.

The louder that you scream the better, the more that you show your pain and misery, the more that I will feed upon your decrepit flesh. Show me your misery and your suffering, squirm beneath the power that I yield upon you, feel it torment your flesh and mind, do you still hear beauty in my Music or only your own demise?

Yes you will suffer as I Free the lightning as I direct it upon your most sensitive and delicate regions as it flows and burns into you, Oh you may struggle and let out the sounds of your peril but you will only hear the roar of my laughter!