Oh how the banshees wail! Searching for souls before their rest as ivory bone. Ferry a soul beyond the veil… From afar they know when man is beyond the pale — Bound to a great Gaelic house of ancient stone. Oh how the banshees wail! Following death across the dale. They gather round one great or hallowed, long since known. Ferry a soul beyond the veil… For those who have fallen in chain mail, Murdered or snatched from life who moan, Ferry a soul beyond the veil… Dressed red as blood and cloak of grey they trail. Oh how the banshees wail! Ferry a soul beyond the veil…