| A cry shivers the night, a voice in agony
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| That shrieks above the trees
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| In a land where no one comes
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| In a land where spirits dwell
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| Hear their fatal screams
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| The old man clutches his heart
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| As he looks to the window
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| He knows his time has come
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| Woman stands in the dark
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| Her hair is wet as the snow
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| Nightmares just begun
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| Fates Warning is heard
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| Run shivers up and down the spine
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| Of those who believe
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| The old and decrepit have seen
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| They mourn in the night
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| Young and restless can’t conceive
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| Moon looks through the drifting storm
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| Thunder cracks the sky
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| She screams through out the night
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| The laughing magpie spreads his wings
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| And looks him in the eye
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| And laughs at you in spite
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| Spirit of innocence take me away
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| Dancing her pitiful ritual
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| She’s stalking her prey
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| The bard and the banshee
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| Sound a harmonious wail
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| Predestined hour has come
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| The old man wakes with the dawn
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| Sweat upon his brow, he casts the spell
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| Father O’Reilly found in the moors
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| The people mourn, hear the church’s bell
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| Moon looks through the drifting storm
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| Thunder cracks the sky, and she screams
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| The laughing magpie spreads his wings
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| And looks you in the eye, and laughs |