sign.) A voice like wind, a cry so low, A name it sings, you start to know. The air is thick, the night so still, A whisper calls—it bends your will. You step in light, you check the door, The shadows twist, but nothing more. A fleeting glimpse, a fading trace, And yet you feel it knows your face. (Pre-Chorus – The slow realization: it has chosen you.) No one else can hear the sound, No one else feels hunted now. Step too close, don’t turn away, The Banshee sings—you are its prey. (Chorus – The moment of truth: once it chooses, it never stops.) One name, one fate, one soul to take, A song that echoes, never fades. You run, you hide, but all the same— The Banshee whispers just your name. --- (Verse 2 – The hunt begins, and the fear sets in.) A wail that chills, a breath so thin, You hear it once, then once again. The radio hums, the candle dies, A shadow moves, it’s in your mind. Your friends stand close, they laugh, they talk, But you can’t leave, you hear it knock. It doesn’t chase, it doesn’t run, It only sings, and waits for fun. (Pre-Chorus – The moment of realization: it’s not hunting them, just you.) No one else can hear the sound, No one else feels hunted now. Step too close, don’t turn away, The Banshee sings—you are its prey. (Chorus – The relentless nature of the Banshee is now undeniable.) One name, one fate, one soul to take, A song that echoes, never fades. You run, you hide, but all the same— The Banshee whispers just your name. --- (Bridge Soft distorted whispers: "I see you… I call you…") A voice in air, a cry so deep, A fate you know, but cannot keep. The chase is slow, but don’t forget— Once marked, you’re never safe again. (Instrumental moment – haunting, echoing wails in the beat, as if the Banshee is just beyond sight) --- (Verse 3 – The final moment, the hunt is over.) The candle’s out, the room is bare, A wailing sound still fills the air. You take a step, it moves so fast, And now you know—you are the last. A fading scream, the hunt is done, It fades to mist, its song unsung. A ghost that never hunts in vain, It finds another. Speaks their name. (Final Chorus – The ghost has claimed its target, and now it chooses another.) One name, one fate, one soul to take, A song that echoes, never fades. You ran, you hid, but all the same— The Banshee whispers a new name. (fade out) "You... are... mine..." (distorted whisper, fading into silence) --- (Verse 3 – The final moment, the hunt is over.) The candle’s out, the room is bare, A wailing sound still fills the air. You take a step, it moves so fast, And now you know—you are the last. A fading scream, the hunt is done, It fades to mist, its song unsung. A ghost that never hunts in vain, It finds another. Speaks their name. (Final Chorus – The ghost has claimed its target, and now it chooses another.) One name, one fate, one soul to take, A song that echoes, never fades. You ran, you hid, but all the same— The Banshee whispers a new
