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A disembodied soul, woman of the fairy mound

Death is always near, when her wail does sound

Death is at your door

Clad in green and grey, with long streaming hair

Her eyes a fiery red, all mortals she may scare

Death is at your door

Wail of the banshee

Appearing near a river, a death she will presage

Hear the terrible wail, a cry of piteous rage

Death is at your door

When many weep together, tragedy is at hand

A veil of darkness falls, grief all over the land

Death is at your door

Wail of the banshee