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 white with 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 throughout the night.
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The laughing magpie spreads his wings,
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and looks you in the eye,
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and laughs at you in spite.
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Spirits 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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Let it 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, YEAH!
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The laughing magpie spreads his wings,
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and looks you in the eye, and laughs, HA-HA!
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The spirits 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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she's coming your way
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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 Banshee!
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The Calling
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Fates Warning |