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!