Within the dark of night there lurks
A crafty, clever man
Who sneaks unseen through shadows
With a quick and steady hand
Some call him rogue, and others thief
Some demon straight from hell
A murderous rapscallion
Born to the darkest realm
A thirst for blood, a taste for gold
Insatiable appetites
He stalks those foolish ones who dare
To travel through the night
And if you ever cross his path
And live to sing the song
Be glad to have your life in tact
Though your wallet is surely gone