Banshee (Remastered)
Somewhere out in the dark
Far away lost in space
Creatures rocked in the lap of the goddess
Are trying to flee from her embrace
That is not dead
Which can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons
Even death may die
I bewail my destiny
A foible of mine
But her voice tortures my mind
I yearn for her bosom
I fear her sway
My eternal blemish
Is her embrace
She whispers: chose a realm
These two are the preferred ones
Hell - where your soul reduces to ashes
Heaven - where you'll be drowned
Far away lost in space
Creatures rocked in the lap of the goddess
Are trying to flee from her embrace
That is not dead
Which can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons
Even death may die
I bewail my destiny
A foible of mine
But her voice tortures my mind
I yearn for her bosom
I fear her sway
My eternal blemish
Is her embrace
She whispers: chose a realm
These two are the preferred ones
Hell - where your soul reduces to ashes
Heaven - where you'll be drowned
Credits
Writer(s): Arkadius Antonik, Marcel Schoenen
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