It’s Friday night! The engines groan, the river moans, the Pride cuts through the flame Ash falls slow, the bells below all whisper out our.... names. Deals are struck, the cards are drawn The damned all place their bets Raise the sails, as well as tails We’re not finished yet It’s Friday night All you wayward souls, assemble The voyage resumes tonight There’s danger in every shadow Death coiled tight in its lair But we’ve stared down worse And we’re still standing here From the captain at the wheel To the sinner with nothing left From the martyr taking steel To the bard with one last breath We don’t bow, we don’t fold We don’t beg for control We ride the storm together Roll the bones. Let fate decide. It’s Friday night The Styx runs black beneath us We’re chasing a distant light Through tyrants and tempters Through slaughter and splendor We fight And whatever it costs We don’t give up the night Get ready. The gates of hell are creaking. The dice and cards are speaking. It’s Friday night.
