Banshee

Old Lady I, with all my fears

Separated our tears

I feel your ghost

Kissing me red

Faith inside me

But heaven is dead

Angry lights

From the morning sun

Down

You hold on when I run

Bring me down

Down to the mound

You didn't leave me

You're still here

Even though I killed the years

Who are you, are you of me?

The quiet voice

In the fallen tree

Angry lights

From the morning sun

Down

You hold on when I run

Bring me down

Down to the mound

Hold on when I run

Down to the mound

Hold on when I run

Down to the mound

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

Where the children play

And the stories were told

By the eternal stones

Of the dead and the cold

Where the children hide

Cause they made friends with the ghost

And they are calling her name

And the story unfolds

By the eternal stones

Of the dead and the cold

Where the children hide

Cause they made friends with the ghost

And they are calling her name

And the story unfolds

By the eternal stones

Of the dead and the cold

Where the children hide

Cause they made friends with the ghost

And they are calling her name

And the story unfolds

By the eternal stones

Where the children hide