Cry
of the Banshee
Words by
Music by
© 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
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
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
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