Soul Creatures

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."