Storm - Blackmore's Night

A timeless and forgotten place,

The moon and sun in endless chase

Each in quiet surrender

as the other reigns the sky…

The midnight hour begins to laugh

A summer evening’s epitaph

The winds are getting crazy

As the storm begins to rise…

Wild were the winds that came

In the thunder and the rain

Nothing ever could contain

The rising of the storm…

In the wing of ebony

Darkened waves fill the trees

Wild winds of warning

Echo through the air…

Follow the storm, I’ve got to get out of here…

Follow the storm as you take to the sky…

Follow the storm now it’s all so crystal clear,

Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise…

She seems to come from everywhere

Welcome to the dragon’s lair

Fingers running through your hair

She asks you out to play…

In all of nature’s sorcery

The most bewitching entity

Hell can have no fury

Like the rising of the storm…

Follow the storm, I’ve got to get out of here…

Follow the storm as you take to the sky…

Follow the storm now it’s all so crystal clear,

Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise…