Fair Ascent and to Hell in Pardon

Clear Banschee call please lift the skies
For room to mourn amongst the Side
 
In the House of Sister
One sinner lingers
And wears no virtue around her finger
 
Hear my oath
I swear to cut her out  
My will winds so restless
In these shadows named doubt
 
I have walked this room  
The threads are bared  
 
Now slash red mark through yellow hair
Once tomorrow  
You will find my fingerprint there
 
I release my soul
To hellish gate  
And have reconciled to this eternal fate
 
So hear me now then let me pass
Oh Banschee lift the skies
 
For comes golden lass