Suddenly they awoke. The wind was getting stronger, and snow was beginning to fall. "Looks like there's a storm coming" someone said. Oh, how right they were. In a matter of minutes the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning ripped the sky and the wind had now fully grown into a storm. Just as they were planning on seeking shelter among the trees they were suddenly attacked from the sky. Someone was aiming the lightning at them in attempt to stop our brave travelers once and for all. There was no time to waste. They had to find shelter, or they would be caught in the eye of the storm. So run, run as fast as you can as the dark comes for your soul. Snow, is falling so white and cold The wind is growing in strength and in rage The sky that once was so clear Is now toning over our heads The sense of magic is in the air Can it be the work of the magic book? Or just by the powers of nature All that we know is that we just can't stay Or we'll be caught in the eye of the storm So run, run away As fast as you can To escape from the shadows We need to find shelter A place we can hide From the eye of the storm So run, run away... There, far away in the mountain hall Maybe there's somewhere we can hide With thunder and lighting above us We're running as hard as we can Hunted by the magic of the damned Can it be the work of the magic book? Or just by the powers of nature All that we know is that we just can't stay Or we'll be caught in the eye of the storm So run, run away... Can it be the work of the magic book? Or just by the powers of nature All that we know is that we just can't stay Or we'll be caught in the eye of the storm So run, run away...