Wail of the Banshee
In the misty hills of emerald green
Where ancient stones stand unseen
A cry pierces through the night
Chilling souls with pure fright
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
She combs her hair with fingers thin
Cleansing the streams that she dwells in
The mournful keen, her only sound
As she patrols the fairy ground
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
She combs her hair with fingers thin
Cleansing the streams that she dwells in
The mournful keen, her only sound
As she patrols the fairy ground
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
When the Banshee's at your side
There's nowhere left for you to hide
Her cry foretells the final breath
As she ushers in the face of death
Some say she's from the world unseen
A harbinger of what's to come, I ween
Others claim she's death itself
Collecting souls for her dark shelf
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
When silence falls, and all is still
Remember the Banshee on the hill
Where ancient stones stand unseen
A cry pierces through the night
Chilling souls with pure fright
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
She combs her hair with fingers thin
Cleansing the streams that she dwells in
The mournful keen, her only sound
As she patrols the fairy ground
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
She combs her hair with fingers thin
Cleansing the streams that she dwells in
The mournful keen, her only sound
As she patrols the fairy ground
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
When the Banshee's at your side
There's nowhere left for you to hide
Her cry foretells the final breath
As she ushers in the face of death
Some say she's from the world unseen
A harbinger of what's to come, I ween
Others claim she's death itself
Collecting souls for her dark shelf
Heed the Banshee's haunting call
Her wail foretells the end for all
With hair of silver, eyes like ice
Her ominous presence, none can suffice
When silence falls, and all is still
Remember the Banshee on the hill
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