Bansheerie - Lady Forlorn | Текст песни

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Full moon spills silver cutting the night,
Babies in cradles wake up and cry,
Presence of evil is thick in the air,
Wolves tuck their tails, run to the lair,
Village stands frozen, too scared to breathe,
Darkness itself starting to seethe,
Vampires and witches, ghosts of stillborn
Pledge their allegiance to Lady Forlorn

Out of the darkness teeming with fox-bats
Her Majesty steps, the Empress reborn,
She floats to take the vows of her servants,
She’s always alone, she is Lady Forlorn

Born in the age no man can remember,
Her father was grief, her mother was pain,
Her favorite season is cold wet November,
Whipped red with the fury of thousand rains,
Down at the lake the gathering rages,
Senior acolyte blows the black horn,
Sirens and harpies, hags and dark mages
Praise the coming of Lady Forlorn

Out of the darkness teeming with fox-bats,
Riding despair and oozing with scorn,
The wisp of primordial evil emerges,
The stone-hearted creature, the Lady Forlorn

They chant a weird tune saluting their mistress,
Malicious eyes burn under their hoods,
Lady Forlorn descends to the hill crest,
Under the icy blind stare of the moon,
The crowd now falls silent, receiving the orders,
Then by their glee the stillness is torn,
Demons and specters, swamp-kin and ogres
March out to do bidding of Lady Forlorn

Into the darkness teeming with fox-bats
She disappears to the wails of the swarm,
Evil on Earth is dormant no longer,
Aroused from its sleep by the Lady Forlorn

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