Banshee

[face_it_alone]

Hearken all thy whispers, Banshee,
Come for me tonight.
Take my mournful soul away,
Then tend me in my flight.

I give myself to you this time,
So gently hold me down,
And care me through the centuries,
Eternity's my gown.

Please lead me to the rest and peace
On dark and deadly night,
I want to rise in aether, Banshee,
To feel your cold delight.

Please be the one who cares for me
And drain my blood inside,
Then pull out all my pangs and griefs,
Be my celestial bride.

So make your crown of flowers, know,
Procession is ahead.
Then softness of the ground and stars
Will make my wedding bed.

No-one will ever crack my grace,
Just me with you alone
In everlasting dance of death,
Whilst time sharpens my stone.