The banshees is crying all night long,

Hypnotizing me with her death song.
The banshees is crying, calling me,
So I'll forever fall asleep.
The tunes she sings are causing pain,
So new for me but yet so twain.
I smell the death from a thousand miles,
I hear it every time she whines,
I hear her whispering my name,
The death is after her, so tame.
My lungs are breathing one last time,
My hand is writing my last rhyme,
My mind is screaming my last gad,
.My soul is gone and now I'm dead