Blackmores Night The Storm
A timeless and forgotten place, The moon and sun in endless chase Each in quiet surrender as the other reigns the The midnight hour begins to laugh A summer evening s epitaph The winds are getting crazy As the storm begins to Wild were the winds that came In the thunder and the rain Nothing ever could contain The rising of the In the wing of ebony Darkened waves fill the trees Wild winds of warning Echo through th
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