the wind brings to me call of the banshee a wailing sound of fear she s screaming for me she brings a vision of a grey death moaning through the autumn trees she s wispering i will heed the call of the banshee i will follow my fate i will leave this barren land while birds fly far away i will die when the cold winds blow and snow will take my place darkness will get hold of me you will wish for my return dark is the sky summer has died fast and i must go with her again at imbolc i brought the light at beltaine instead the life now samhain my time is ended i must die autumn leaves whirl around me as she dances with the trees i will heed the call of the banshee i will follow my fate i will leave this barren land while birds fly far away i will die when the cold winds blow and snow will take my place darkness will get hold of me you will wish for my return
['celtic metal', 'deep folk metal', 'folk metal', 'italian folk metal']