Banshee

I conjure thee, I conjure three
Disperse the creature known as the banshee
Waiting for the innocents of the living
As pure white soul is what they’ve been craving

Be gone thou from here, you shall leave the souls
Rest in piece, let them cease, with solid ground
And bless their soul, be gone banshee
Beyond the earth’s knee

The villagers with torches in theirs hands
Are shoving lights to massacre the evil
That’s been lurking for poor souls, in a winter’s cold
It still lingers around, as we age rapidly
Waiting to pull the silk of our life
And they rather seem happy
And we can see, they are roaming in and out
Feeling proud

Be gone thou from here, you shall leave the souls
Rest in piece, let them cease, with solid ground
And bless their soul, be gone banshee
Beyond the soil we shall sleep on happy

The winter’s cold will soon end
There will be no more plague, for us to worry
The next cold weather, shall have us see
The banshee shall return, but fear us with all your might
We’ll burn and turn you into seas’ of urn

The journey begins, and I am whistling for a hope
In my inner heart, right from the start
These younglings are cold, in their bare feet
Pretending not to care, but to be bold
In the life they’ve suffered enough
And they’ve learned how to be tough
What is that I see? Right on above me
Our prayers are coming nigh