Call from the crypt with broken bones
Wrapped up fingers to take our thrones
Screams heard by men to chill and fear
Call of the banshee you will hear
Screams and wails with bloodstained eyes
Though all will die when they hear her cries
It wont be quick when she feeds
Her mind is filled with evil deeds
Walk in the scene bodies everywhere
Blood now covers the walls
Dread and despair she stands upon the stairs
Looks like it's your final call
Long black hair that hides all light
The last thing you'll see is a blood soaked night
Goodnight