Herald of Death

Call me Banshee
 Over the course of life
 All the gloss runs dry
 No resort - No Escape
 Woe
 Outside the window
 Black strands cover her face
 Red eyes sparkle
 In the moonlight they glow
 Death bedevil this house
 She is the herald
 The time to part with
 The one you love
 When the stars cry
 They lose all light
 Like diamonds coarse and raw - Mat black
 A veil on our soul
 Beclouds all hope
 Piece by piece the shivers will burst
 Evertime you see her I die inside
 Death our companion on every step we take
 Farewell his shadow
 We can't escape
 We lose all light
 Like diamonds coarse and raw
 They lose all their light
 When the stars cry
 A veil on our souls beclouds all the hope
 The shivers will burst