Cry of the Banshee (Brocas Helm)

Los Brocas Helm, ahí es nada, junto con los Cirith Ungol, y los Manilla Road, los amos de las cuevas del Metal. Metal de sombras, criaturas sobrenaturales, taparrabos, espadas y mucha calidad. Material under de culto, territorio sagrado.

Lovers of the dark, step into the light

We know you're brave, you've come to see us dream

Many times before, now we open up a door

To a world so flaming bright, a world you've never seen

Can you hear the Banshee scream

Can you hear the Banshee scream

Can you hear the Banshee scream

You know that silence

Is not our middle name

Can you recognize the game

Step into the gate and

Grasp the hand of fate

It's a time machine, a devil's dream

And yet it's in your grasp

Legends of the past

Can you hear the Banshee scream

Banshee howling in the city

Means a knight has died

For what reason for what glory

Who knows for what pride

Country king or criminal

War or vengeance, what the Hell

Death is all the same

If he died in shame or Honor

Who on Earth can tell

Lovers of the dark, step into the night

We know your brave, you've come to see us dream

Many times before, now we open up the door

To a world so flaming bright, a world you've never seen

Can you hear the Banshee scream

Can you hear the Banshee scream

Can you hear the Banshee scream

Lovers of the dark, step into the light

Can you hear the banshee

Can you hear the Banshee scream