Supernature's Queen

She's a creature with many pseudonyms
Call her what you want, her objective's still the same
Her sole intention is to steal your final breath
She has got your number, she has got your name

Can you hear her cry? Can you hear her scream?
Hear the deathly calling card of supernature's queen
Some call her the keening woman, some call her the sidhe
But there's no ambiguity in what her presence means

No pyrotechnics from the sky
No absolution, no goodbyes
Just a cry - before you die
Listening to the banshee's moan
Will freeze the marrow of your bones
And turn - your heart to stone - forever

You've been overtaken by the clock of destiny
Leaving behind you broken hearts and broken lives
Past indiscretitions are irrelevant
Once the Queen has claimed you, you'll know your time's arrived

Can you hear her howl? Can you hear her wail?
No intervention can avoid your coffin's final nail
Memories and sympathy are all that will remain
Your spirit and your soul now must rest in her domain

No pyrotechnics from the sky
No absolution, no goodbyes
Just a cry - before you die
Listening to the banshee's moan
Will freeze the marrow of your bones
And turn - your heart to stone - forever