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Over mist covered hills and valleys, across lochs and lonely shores. |
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Through fields and rain drenched forests and dark and desolate moors. |
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Screaming.......... |
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A keening wailing cry |
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No living soul ever made that sound, stalking those about to die! |
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The cry of the Banshee |
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Her fleeting shadow in female guise cloaked in darkness and mystery. |
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With wind tossed hair and sparkling eyes, she cries out in misery. |
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Watching.......... |
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With eyes that are full of tears. |
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And a cry that rips your soul apart and herald's death is near. |
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The cry of the Banshee! |
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The glimpse of a wraithlike figure that resembles female form |
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Silhouetted in the moonlight to disappear before the dawn. |
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Some say the living cannot hear her, only those about to die, |
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But many swear upon their lives, they've heard that mournful cry. |
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The cry of the Banshee!....... |
