The scream of the banshee shivers me to my soul, to the very brink of intangibility and shadow. I hope she shows thee mercy. For her scream is but a curse and death chant. Oh show thee mercy thy banshee, for darkness is not what I came to retrieve,
I come to spread the words of god, not be taken by your wretched scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem