Wail of the Banshee

A disembodied soul, woman of the fairy mound
Death is always near, when her wail does sound
Death is at your door
Clad in green and grey, with long streaming hair
Her eyes a fiery red, all mortals she may scare
Death is at your door
Wail of the banshee
Appearing near a river, a death she will presage
Hear the terrible wail, a cry of piteous rage
Death is at your door
When many weep together, tragedy is at hand
A veil of darkness falls, grief all over th land
Death is at your door
Wail of the banshee