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The Lady Banshee All alone on a winter's night the moon is full the stars are Bright When on the road ahead of me a pale figure I do see I've heard the stories a ghostly tale of women who've passed beyond the veil damned to roam eternally to foretell death The Lady Banshee She moves through the night with a deadly grace a vision of beauty dressed in lace I turn to run to hide from her sight to hide from this creature of the night She starts to move the moment ends I turn and hide around a bend I turn around and what do I see My greatest fear The Lady Banshee All around me the air starts to freeze the chill of the grave it surrounds me The last thing I feel her chilly embrace the last thing I see her beautiful face I think to myself I'm going to die I try to scream Why God Why? The last thing I hear her shrieking Keen Harbinger of death The Lady Banshee |
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