Black On Black
It's getting dark outside
The wolves are on the run
And there's no time
Shadows on the old church tower
A mouse trembles beneath a flower
The creaking gate
In a dim room a small lamp burns
A wooden sign hangs above the door
And we can see a shadow
Merging with the floor
And the blind is flapping
And the wheat are whispering
It's dark outside
The wolves are on the run
I watch the storm across the lake
The black sky about to detonate