The winds are screaming, for tonight is the end
A once brave man's future has been told.
We hear the wail and watch her.
Down at the river, screaming,
She washes his clothes, bloody and torn
Tonight we know, hes not coming home
The bean sí has spoken, and we start the preperations
i know its a little different the the traditional banshee, but i picture her more as the original Morrigan banshee, and one that would more or less reflect my family