Gothic Rangers (The)
Hour of the Banshee
Don't you hear that bansheeWailing in the clearingSomeone's gonna die tonightThe moon's eye is peeringDon't it give you goosefleshDon't it bring a frighteningWhat if we should see herNaked in the lightningLet's go running through the wood windRunning through the night fen Running as if haints were gaining on our speedFlying through the briarWith unnatural powerSo we don't miss the hour of the bansheeCowards are home coweringAfraid their name is shrieking borneBut I'm in such a frenzyTo see her whirling in the stormCome on with me if you dareWe can make it ere the morn Don't you want to look and stareAt her diaphanous formLetras de cancionesLet's go running through the wood windRunning through the night fen Running as if haints were gaining on our speedFlying through the briarWith unnatural powerSo we don't miss the hour of the banshee Let's go running through the wood windRunning with mortal grins Running as if hounds of hell were freeFlying through the swamp mireThrough St. Elmo's green fireSo we ain't late for the hour of the banshee
From Letras Mania