Banshee Cry - The Elders

Send a prayer out there into the universe

And wait for an answer my friend

Maybe you will hear from me an echo in the wind

And a song that has no end

With a head full of books he’d forgotten

Bad memories from days in the war

Crowded out by the tales of tall cotton

Why can’t all things be just like before

The world though the eyes of my father

Repeating mistakes that he made

Refusing to lose the illusion

That one day he would lead the parade

Now he sits in the library day after day

With a wire a compass and pen

Uncovering a secret so long lost away

That will never be spoken again

Inventor of stories so deep in the heart

That will only come out in a dream

We can carve out a place or reverse into space

In the next world we’ll know what they mean

We were climbing the steps to the graveyard

With regrets and our baggage in tow

From the cliffs of the Ardarine mountains

You can see the sweet memories below

There was nothing here left but a portrait

On a mission here only to serve

An empty room with a glass and a bottle

It’s all that us free men deserve