I wont take this chord from round my throat, and I cant promise you wont find a note.
For our gallows still stand luminous and tall.
And theyre calling to us even now.
I will make no sacred vow.
A kiss has seal these lips tonight, and tomorrow may never come for me.
But in this night well feast and we well fight and keep these fires burning until the dawn.
And if we make it to see the morning light, well sing an errant wanderers song of hangmen, heroes, lovers, and pawns.