Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

Fires At Midnight

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...