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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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