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'Banshee's Lament' by 'Fineen'

Dark and lightless passages
Fill the temple of my soul
A blackened void of hoplessness
Where things of darkness take abode
With depths of nameless horror
Of timeless days and blackened nights
A battlefield of lost and lonely wills
Derived from animated hell
Filled with void which measure is unknown
With probing dark and blackened mind
Torn by winds from void emotion
The carcass of reality
Nothing but a stinking corpse
Reminder of the day
Enforcer of the dark
Pulled by bitter currents
Down to the pits of hell
Devoid of hope with fear to ride
Plummet the course of the icy winds
Dragged far beyond reach of living time
Stay forever the tortured soul.