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Your end is near, I'd felt the death

a Banshee'll come to see you.

The more your spirit light goes down

the more she comes to you.

Pleasant singing of an owl has been listened for hours

The screech that claims you're going to say

your last words or last moans.

Give her your life, give her your soul

or try to overlook.

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2L

A mourning call will soon came through the night

The greatest keen was heard outside as well as a groan.

Cause he built his home in the middle of the woods

and blocked a path that were used by the ghosts.

Who claims your name? Who wants to damn your soul?

A slender line just bonds you to this world.

2L

Leaden sky roared and clouds started to cry

A man who said he was not scared, cried too.

He believed that a drifter stepped his yard

He believed that the banshee was a tale.

His face turned pale, he claimed for his life

A damp mist slammed his face and sobbed 'no'.

SOLO

Let me explain, to unfold...

Your presence is a mistake, or not.

He thought in that meeting unsought

he had a restless night but finally he found

an e-xit for his guest. He opened a backdoor

and banshee left his side to find her real goal.