The Calling
(专辑: Night On Bröcken - 1984)
A
cry shivers the
night, a
voice in agony That shrieks above the
trees. In a
land where no one comes In a
land where spirits dwell, Hear their fatal screams. The
old man clutches his heart As he looks to the
window, He knows his time has come. Woman stands in the
dark, Her hair is white with the
snow Nightmares just begun. Fates Warning is heard, Run shivers up and down the
spine Of those who believe. The
old and decrepit have seen, They mourn in the
night, Young and restless can't conceive Moon looks through the
drifting storm, Thunder cracks the
sky, She screams throughout the
night. The
laughing magpie spreads his wings, And looks you in the
eye, And laughs at you in spite. Spirits of innocence take me away. Dancing her pitiful ritual, She's stalking her prey. The
bard and the
banshee Sound a
harmonious wail. Predestined hour has come. Let it come. The
old man wakes with the
dawn, Sweat upon his brow, he casts the
spell, Father O'Reilly found in the
moors, The
people mourn, hear the
church's bell. Moon looks through the
drifting storm, Thunder cracks the
sky, and she screams, YEAH! The
laughing magpie spreads his wings, And looks you in the
eye, and laughs, HA-HA! The
spirits of innocence take me away Dancing her pitiful ritual, She's stalking her prey. She's coming your way The
bard and the
banshee Sound a
harmonious wail. Predestined hour has come. The
Banshee!