For the fallen angels who mourn for solace in their song, but instead find their curse a kind that murders men. Do they wish it to be so? We may never know, for fear that if we get too close and hear the sweet echoes of their songs from the bows of out ships; these angels will deal us a terrible fate. They entangle and entrap; ensnare and carnage ensues. Or have we been misguided? Are these sirens only want for company? Do we dare fulfill their requests?