It feels a little risky To enlist the angel sword And arouse the wrath of demons Just because you're feeling bored This volcano is a fumer Like a tumor when ignored Not an ulcer, no sir, closer To the devil and his horde Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn We are thieves and we are players Win the prize or wind up dead Steal the drops of fallen starlight Where the master bladesmith bled Under sun and under sulfur With the vulture overhead Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn Leave no trace and heed no danger Show no weakness to the world We are doomed to know no comfort While the fighting fist is curled Tides are turned and vows are broken Bright new banners are unfurled But a cannonball's a cannonball No matter where it's hurled Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn Ranks tight, cloaks drawn Don't trust the dawn