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