the banshee’s shriek

Folk wisdom filled with ghosts

Who still refuse to rest

Until their stories told and heard

They‘ll haunt us in their jest

And when we learn to exorcize

The spirits from beyond

Once again they‘ll find ways back,

Remind us of our bond

The past is always using us 

To repeat itself again

We can‘t escape the hollow hands

We‘ll never make ammends

The banshees shriek my guilt to sleep

and show me why I weep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

But God don‘t hear a peep