Lyrics For Want of a Nail - Extremity

For Want of a Nail

He walked into their town, on a Sunday half past noon
Emerging from the forest, after a waning moon
His ways are not like ours
His flesh is pale and cold
His eyes are dead but dreaming
Withholding tales untold
The church fell silent as he passed, the pastor quaked with fear
The stranger shook and mumbled, sundown was drawing near
The farmer’s daughter found him, she gave him food and drink
That strange girl from the foothills, what would the townsfolk think?
His ways are not like ours
His flesh is pale and cold
His eyes are dead but dreaming
Withholding tales untold
For want of a nail, the shoe was lost
For want of a shoe, the horse was lost
For want of a horse, the rider was lost
For want of a rider, the battle was lost
For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail
The kingdom was lost
And he is the nail
Soldier / Stranger
Menace / Danger
Divine / Creature
Warlock / Preacher
Outcast / Outlier
Outlaw / Hellfire
Exiled / Displaced
Expire / Disgraced