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