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A cry shivers the night, a voice in agony that shrieks above the trees. |
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In a land where no one comes in a land where spirits dwell, hear their fatal screams. |
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The old man clutches his heart as he looks to the window, he knows his time has come. |
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Woman stands in the dark, her hair is white with the snow nightmares just begun. |
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Fates Warning is heard, run shivers up and down the spine of those who believe. |
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The old and decrepit have seen, they mourn in the night, young and restless can't conceive |
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Moon looks through the drifting storm, thunder cracks the sky, she screams throughout the night. |
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The laughing magpie spreads his wings, and looks you in the eye, and laughs at you in spite. |
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Spirits of innocence take me away. |
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Dancing her pitiful ritual, she's stalking her prey. the bard and the banshee sound a harmonious wail. |
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Predestined hour has come. |
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Let it come. |
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The old man wakes with the dawn, sweat upon his brow, he casts the spell, |
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Father O'Reilly found in the moors, the people mourn, hear the church's bell. |
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Moon looks through the drifting storm, thunder cracks the sky, and she screams, |
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YEAH! The laughing magpie spreads his wings, and looks you in the eye, and laughs, |
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HA-HA! The spirits of innocence take me away |
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Dancing her pitiful ritual, she's stalking her prey. she's coming your way the bard and the banshee sound a harmonious wail. |
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Predestined hour has come. |
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The Banshee! |
