The Calling

A cry shivers the night
A voice in agony that shrieks above the trees
In a land where no one comes
In a land where spirits dwell hear their fatal screams

The old man clutches his heart as he looks to the window
He knows his time has come
A woman stands in the dark, her hair is white with snow
Nightmares just begun

Fates warning is heard, run shivers up and down the spine
Of those who believe
The old and decrepit have seen, they mourn in the night
Young and restless they conceive

Moon looks through the drifting storm
Thunder cracks the sky, she screams throughout the night
The laughing magpie spreads his wings and looks you in the eye
And laughs at you in spite

Spirits of innocence take me away
Dancing her pitiful ritual, she's stalking her prey
The bard and the banshee sound a harmonious wail
Predestined hour has come, let it come

The old man wakes with the dawn
Sweat upon his brow, he gets the spell
Father O'Reilly found in the moors
The people mourn, hear the church's bell

Moon looks through the drifting storm
Thunder cracks the sky, and she screams, yeah
The laughing magpie spreads his wings
And looks you in the eye, and laughs

The spirits of innocence take me away
Dancing her pitiful ritual she's stalking her prey
She's coming your way, the bard and the banshee
Sound a harmonious wail, predestined hour has come

The Banshee