Текст песни Sold Soul - For Whom The Banshee Cries

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"For chaos spreads around the world we walk.
The pain of life succeeds the beating of broken hearts."

An umbral shroud cloaks the shimmers of life that once burned in the hearts of man.
The grasp of death, the grand eradication.

Their pleas, irrelevant.
"Swine, writhe beneath the candlelight!
For I, the pestilent, dine upon the resonance of your cries."

Tonight, a celebrant dies as these grounds are brought to life.
The wheels of fate thus turned by sacrifice.

"We cast these spells of plague.
Quake this rotted earth!
Tear the veil of death and bring upon this glorious rebirth!"

"In awe, enthralled, we gaze.
Crack this tainted dirt!
Pull the strings of the afterlife with haste! For soon the dead shall churn!"

Incantations that were born of raw unholiness.
A fear unheard of forced upon all that lie beneath the sky.
Grim, they cry as as all the stars align.

All shall hear as the banshee cries.
An omen of grim fate, she sings a song of death.

This earthly thrall flayed into shreds.
Altar like an abbatoir.
Harnessing the essence of life, they will rise with rotten hearts.

Drones, they swarm tonight!
A legion lead by the architect of fate, a tyrant amongst the light.

Diverge the spirit from body.
Speak the tainted tongues of the ancients.
As they claw, they rise from the soil; their rotten stench is blown forth by capricious winds.

Grand scale hemomantic onslaught.
Snare the conscious.
Swallow the earth.

(Brittney Slayes)
As the banshee cries, the wheels of fate are turned.
Oh, heed the other side.
For, now thine time is nigh at last.

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Carrion piled like mountains.
A grove consecrated by bloodshed.
Trampled by the might of the wicked.
The black arcane stole fate with it's legions.

"Oh, night mother! I beckon your gaze!
I've come to reap the skies of light.

Night mother, I grasp at your stars for I will take them as mine!"

(Brittney Slayes)
As the banshee cries, the wheels of fate are turned.
Oh, heed the other side.
For, now thine time is nigh at last.

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For whom does the banshee cry?