The undead Siren stood on the edge of the cliff, her long flowing hair billowing in the wind. She sang a soft, ethereal song that filled the air with a sense of peace and calm. The zombies below her were drawn to her beauty and her voice, and they stopped their advance towards the humans.
The Siren smiled and continued to sing, her voice carrying across the battlefield. The zombies were lulled by her voice and soon they were all lying down, asleep. The humans were safe, for now.
But the Siren knew that her song could only protect the humans for so long. The zombies would eventually wake up and resume their attack. And so she would keep singing, until her voice was no longer able to hold back the tide of the undead.