Banshee - Furor Gallico

The wind brings to me

Call of the banshee

A wailing sound of fear

She’s screaming for me!

She brings a vision of a grey death

Moaning through the autumn trees

She’s wispering…

I will heed the call of the banshee

I will follow my fate

I will leave this barren land while birds fly far away

I will die when the cold winds blow

And snow will take my place

Darkness will get hold of me, you will wish

For my return

Dark is the sky

Summer has died fast

And I must go with her

Again

At Imbolc I brought the light

At Beltaine instead the life

Now Samhain my time is ended I must die

Autumn leaves whirl around me

As she dances with the trees

I will heed the call of the banshee

I will follow my fate

I will leave this barren land while birds fly far away

I will die when the cold winds blow

And snow will take my place

Darkness will get hold of me, you will wish

For my return