I won't take this chord from round my throat, and I can't promise you won't find a note For our gallows still stand luminous and tall
And they're 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 we'll feast and we we'll fight and keep these fires burning until the dawn
And if we make it to see the morning light, we'll sing an errant wanderer's song of hangmen, heroes, lovers, and pawns