The man of which few fear
Which will warn to not linger
The one in which many lose in tears
In the town haunted by the
Dark Stranger
Have the devil know
That he is not the cause
Of the mourning and grieving others show
They fall, one by one, in the grasping jaws
Of the Dark Stranger
Damn the phantom he is
As the empty void that surrounds his mind
Slowly manipulating with the darkness of his
Wielding the void that the frightened would find
At the hands of the Dark Stranger
