Blackmore’s Night - The Storm

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 o