Текст песни Banshee

That is not dead which can eternal lie yet with strage aeons even death may lie (H.P. Lovecraft) I bewail my destiny a foible of mine but her voice tortures my mind I yearn for her bosom I fear her sway my eternal blemish is her embrace She whispers: chose a realm - these two are the preferred ones: Hell - where your soul reduces to ashes Heaven - where you'll be drowned