Tense Up

Long long ago
The fierce wind blew
Stole the man's mind
Left him blood man
He hid amongst the trees
Appeared with the green (?)
To kill them and to drag off their bodies
A chill in the air
The scent of death crawling
Full moon the witness
As one by one, they trespass his ground and chose to take chances
Dragged into the black, froze in the ground
Dragged into the night, their bodies never found
On the night of the fifth wind, nothing could save them
There was no protection from the darkness and the doom
The wind held his mind, and a man turned to murder
Black gusts in the night, damp with their blood
Death's breath in the night, dripping their blood
Dripping their blood, dripping their BLOOD!