This town is mine... Not much trouble in this town.
I am the keeper of the peace.
And when trouble sometimes breaks,
I say, "There must be some mistake,
But we can sort it out outside, quietly... (if you'll just come with me.)"

This town is mine... This is my town.
I am the keeper of the peace.
But protection has a price...
It requires a sacrifice
To me... (Even if you don't see.)

This town is mine. Mine to serve and to protect.
I keep the danger out of reach.
Every kinship bound in blood,
Every unrequited love...
I harbor them all safely behind me.

This town is mine... This lakeside haven dear...
I keep beyond the ravages of time.
And every child under the lake...
Every winter runaway...
The deeds you sign that prove this town is mine...

And every spring I hold it more inside my hand...

Another child has wandered to the snow...

And every winter even more blood I demand...

We watch them spend their summers never knowing...

You will pay me!
Serve and protect...
You will obey me!
Deliver justice for the dead...

THIS TOWN IS MINE! THIS IS MY TOWN.
You have no choice except to pay this tithe, you see,
You raise the sacrificial lambs,
Deliver each into my hands!
Another darkchild for the knife they thrust in me!

(Gunshot)

This town is mine. This is my town.
I am the keeper of the peace.
But justice has a price,
It demands a sacrifice
From me...

This.