For whom we mourn
Ankou awaits
In the black of the night
The moon shrouded in mourning veils
Comes the low and guttural keening
The moon shrouded in mourning veils
Comes the low and guttural keening
Death becomes this prophet of sorrow
As she seeks those facing tragedy
Huntress of loss, wail your warning
Her face is a porcelain mask
A nightmare of flesh and bone
The sound of her grief wills your heart with dread
No air will escape your throat
As you choke upon your fear
The banshee inches ever closer
Because tonight she cries for you
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- Slaves And Lovers
- Surround The Dark
- The Everliving Ones
- The Hazel Wand
- Welcomed Death
- Incarnations Of Evil
- Of Humility
- Suffering
- Among The Waste Of War
- Triumphant Return
- Battle
- Harbinger Of Souls
- Heading Down The Path To Destiny
- Isle Of Forgotten Destiny