He spoke of torture and souls,
So outrageous the toll,
You can lose all you have,
He refused to give in
to the town that takes all.
Survive, you must have the will.
This movie doesn't end the way we want
all the time,
then he shouts at the moon.
"She's gone", and fear has overcome.
He was walking the mile.
He was walking alone.
So outrageous the toll,
You can lose all you have,
He refused to give in
to the town that takes all.
Survive, you must have the will.
This movie doesn't end the way we want
all the time,
then he shouts at the moon.
"She's gone", and fear has overcome.
He was walking the mile.
He was walking alone.
Four and twenty dead birds,
They bleed upon the nest.
There was no time for reasons,
They had no sign of a threat.
Now it's too late,
Too late for me,
This town will eventually take me.
Too late, too late for me,
This town will win.
...Through this fog they came along...
...Dark creatures singing their terrible song...
...The rest of the bar laughed at him...
...Only I felt my hope grow dim...
...They found him dead the very next day...
...No more stories from him I heard them say...
...We blamed bad luck for his fate...
...Only I felt terror, so great...
She and he will know.
That some day, all things will end...
That misty night,
that dismal moon,
the dead search for their kin...
While angels sleep in endless dark,
The dead seek out sin....
