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Underneath the pale blue light
In the quiet of the night
A cowboy zombie with a gun
Steps into the town of none
To find the ones who hide in clay
To wash the ancient curse away
Mary Shaw, your time has run Faced down by his smoking gun
Billy the doll, your wooden head Is joining all the silent dead
In Raven's Fair, the final stand Written in the dusty sand
He raised his cold six-shooter high
Against the starless, empty sky
One shot for Mary,
one for Bill
The wooden lips at last are still
Then he pulls the red TNT
To set the weary valley free
He lit the fuse,
he watched it burn
A lesson that they had to learn
No more whispers in the dark
(fire in the hole!)
Goodbye to Raven's Fair Just ashes in the cold night air No
more Mary... no more Bill...
Now the town is finally still