Nightstorm

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon

Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer

Forest...well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits

And I too can feel the power here where I stand as lightning

Flashes and reveals the silhouettes of the undead walking these

Cursed and sacred grounds and as the thunder rolls it almost

Drowns out the drums echoing sounds...I take refuge at St. Mary’s

Over the way and here in the candlelight is where I'll stay 'til

The break of day for I know I'll be safe here until the Nightstorm

Ends although I too shake as violent as the walls bend from

The furious winds and the Zombies trying to get in but I have

Faith in the Lady and that she'll keep me safe from them and

This ominous Nightstorm as when dark turns into light again

I'll just have to ride out this Nightstorm a couple more hours and

See this nightmare to the end!