Through the night they roam
in the cities they crawl
keeping to the shadows of the moon's bright glow
Seeking their prey
while hugging the wall
if you're on the list, you'll be dead by day
Assassins of the brave
Killers of the Fall
their victim's blood is what they crave
They stand eight in a row
as their shadows grow tall
and they line you up with the sights of their bow