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