Messenger of death Omen of an end that soon will come You can hear her wail Suffocating auspice of your demise All around is terrifying With her eyes she can see your fright And that silver comb Will become sign of damnation She cannot be seen Like a plague infects your need to exist Legendary being In a cloud of mist she'll disappear Voices are calling her name From the beyond they claim the sacrifice The banshee has come to demand the judgement Announcing the reaper Voices are writing the fate From the beyond they claim the sacrifice The banshee has come to demand the judgement Announcing the reaper I am your sentence, your guide along the trip Listen to my lament, hopeless and vain I am the one who knows the fate Look at that leaf Dying on the ground As a bare tree your life goes out