Banshee
Hear me scream You might think it is a dream but actually it's a nightmare and to a siren I'm compared I shall scream when death is near 'Til my voice is loud and clear I am a predictor of death I know when it's someones last breath The voices in my head Tell me who's gonna drop dead They whisper in my ear When death is near But not even I can outrun death With my last breath I shall scream powerfully I am a banshee
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