Banshee’s Wail by Girard
Banshees Wail
Verse 1:
In the dead of night, when the moon is high,
A chilling whisper rides the sky.
Echoes through the valleys, down the lonely trails,
A ghostly sound, the Banshee’s wail.
Pre-Chorus:
Shadows creep, and the stars grow pale,
Fear takes hold with the Banshee’s wail.
Chorus:
Oh, the Banshee’s wail, a cry of doom,
Piercing through the midnight gloom.
A harbinger of fate, a sorrow’s tale,
None escape the Banshee’s wail.
Verse 2:
She walks the moors, in a shroud of gray,
Mourning lost souls, leading them away.
Eyes like embers, burning through the veil,
Guiding lost spirits with her mournful wail.
Pre-Chorus:
Shadows creep, and the stars grow pale,
Fear takes hold with the Banshee’s wail.
Chorus:
Oh, the Banshee’s wail, a cry of doom,
Piercing through the midnight gloom.
A harbinger of fate, a sorrow’s tale,
None escape the Banshee’s wail.
Bridge:
Ancient curse of old, her story’s told,
Of love and loss, and hearts turned cold.
She weeps for those who’ve gone astray,
Her voice the night’s lamenting sway.
Chorus:
Oh, the Banshee’s wail, a cry of doom,
Piercing through the midnight gloom.
A harbinger of fate, a sorrow’s tale,
None escape the Banshee’s wail.
Outro:
As the dawn breaks and the night turns pale,
Still lingers the echo of the Banshee’s wail.
A haunting song that never fails,
To chill the soul, the Banshee’s wail.