Four and twenty dead birds
They bleed upon the nest
There was no time for reasons
They had no sign of the 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 there came along dark creatures singing a terrible song.
The rest of the bar laughed at him.
Only I felt (inaudible).
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 sleeps
In endless dark
The dark seek out sin