Lyrics:

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!