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Existing on the edge of dimensions
Not she’s dead, nor she’s alive
Tears drops on her pale lice
Weeping, tearing night apart

Grievous!
Pitiful!
Painful!
It’s a cry of the banshee!

Madness, took her last breath
Rope hangs, until this day
She’s banshee now, her dress of pure white
Winter night in forest of dusk

Grievous!
Pitiful!
Painful!
It’s a cry of the banshee!

Chest against breathing, but chest icy frost
Eyes are opened and lips
Dancing in forest like at wedding night, her sad cry
fullfilling silence
She’s waiting for beloved one who left her to die
in agony
Again on this world, but not for this world
Who she is? A banshee

My love I just seek your arms
Embrace me like in beautiful times
I am wraith now, I succumbed by death
Wrath, your death. Will unite us again.

Grievous!
Pitiful!
Painful!
It’s a cry of the banshee!

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