Cry of the Banshee
Words by S. Behrens , M. Fisher D. Wade
Music by S. Behrens , M. Fisher
© 1994 by D. Wade and Gothic Productions

In the dark, I’m all alone
A presence near, As cold as stone
I see the shape, This is no dream
So paralyzed, I cannot scream  

It’s the cry of the banshee
Beware of its cry

 There it is, it can’t be real
The chilling evil that I feel
Makes me wonder, yet makes me fear
Her horrid shape that haunts is near  

It’s the cry of the banshee
Beware of its cry

 Doomed the one who hears her cry
The end I near it’s time to die
The threads of fate have reached their end
I must cheat death, how can I win
The reaper rides at her command
Against her force, I’ll make my stand

SOLO

 How she came, I know the tale
These words ring true, They do not fail
Her spirit cries to rest in peace
And through the cross, she is release  

It’s the cry of the banshee
Beware of its cry