Too tired to really come up with a good description. Some of the brilliant, beautiful, creepy music from these wonderful games. They fit the horror so perfectly.
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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 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 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, they come 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 some day, 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
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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 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 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, they come 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 some day, 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
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