Come watch the moon rise, as the sun

turns red;

I bring my blood my daggers as we walk

with the dead;

Some we treat like friends, and some

we don't;

While a few rest from gun shots, others

have died by rope;

We preach and drink with the ones

we know;

And walk on the graves of those

we don't;

If you can take heed, don't try

to fight;

We'll steal your life, your soul, we are

the Creatures of the Night.