The Calling

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 wet as 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 through out the night
The laughing magpie spreads his wings
And looks him in the eye
And laughs at you in spite
Spirit 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
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
The laughing magpie spreads his wings
And looks you in the eye, and laughs