The Calling - Fates Warning

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