- Banshee -


Hell-fiend cackles in the night,
Joining in the devil's fight.
It rips your bleeding heart in two,
When her screams pierce straight through you.

Wailing as she twists and turns;
Lightning flailing as she burns.
Scream of pain - like a knife,
Stabs straight through your mortal life.

Satan's eyes within her head;
One glimpse and you'll wish that you were dead.
But if not dead, you soon will be -
Damned by the hand of the devil's banshee.


- (c) Scimitar Wraith - GOTHiC -