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manifest legends through the journey of phantasm

they tell of banshee’s lying in the low

diffuse in the darkness

there thin lips suspend the night

low in the darkness

all corrupt harsh is the night

vision black in the bitter night

remain eerily quiet

remain stridently silent

test all specters of the macabre

rake the silence there low in the darkness 

primal voices like the screech of owls

fly through me

grim with the cold

velocity and vibration inhuman white faces

odd obsessions and exposed decay

edge of forever the need to escape

always old and will consume with ever hungry eyes

stay in the darkness here in the corrosion of my heart

knelt beneath you and you impair me too

Banshee you hear as I moan my secret to you