He spoke of tortured 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
He was walking the mile
He was walking alone

Four and twenty dead birds
They bleed upon the nest
There was no time for reason
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 [bad word] along dark creatures singing a 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 someday all things will end
That misty night
That dismal moon
The dead search for their kin
While angels sing, in endless dark
The dead seek out sin