
Date of issue: 17.12.2006
Song language: English
The Cry of the Banshee |
Over mist covered hills and valleys, across lochs and lonely shores |
Through fields and rain drenched forests and dark and desolate moors |
Screaming… |
A keening wailing cry |
No living soul ever made that sound, stalking those about to die! |
The cry of the Banshee |
Her fleeting shadow in female guise cloaked in darkness and mystery |
With wind tossed hair and sparkling eyes, she cries out in misery |
Watching… |
With eyes that are full of tears |
And a cry that rips your soul apart and herald’s death is near |
The cry of the Banshee! |
The glimpse of a wraithlike figure that resembles female form |
Silhouetted in the moonlight to disappear before the dawn |
Some say the living cannot hear her, only those about to die |
But many swear upon their lives, they’ve heard that mournful cry |
The cry of the Banshee… |