The siren from hell disguised herself, As a mermaid and approached the red baron, Whistleing her way to him; trying to grab his attention, Little did she know that the red baron, Was forged from the fires of hell, Where eternal souls scream for relief, Where the mortal kind perishes within a heartbeat, He grew being surrounded by vampires and demons, Of the very own Hades himself. And now he lives among angels, Guardians who protect him, Against these sirens, Who are mere symbols of death disguised, As nothing but flashy angels of glitter and gold. dont mess with the red baron
