Black Thunder

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!