Black Thunder - text

Dogs were loose but the
horses were tied
Twisted trees watch
scarecrows fly
Hurricane lamps
smashed in the wind
There's a storm overhead,
closing in

Servants bit through chains
then they fled
Mistress won't get her
breakfast in bed
The earth slipped its moorings
as the moon cracked a smile
There's a storm on the wind in
the whites of their eyes

Pitchfork lightning strikes the ground
Shadows march to the storm
drum sound
River swelled its banks breaking free
A storm to raise the dead, finally

Free at last!

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