The Ballad of the Iron Vault

Come gather ye close and hear now the tale,

Of that band of lads who were born to fail,

Five went down and one came out,

But none were left to sing or shout.

Chorus

No honor among thieves, my boys,

No trust in gold, no lasting joys,

The candle burns, the shadows fall,

And Candlejack will have them all.

The Bowman scaled the vault so deep,

The Charmer cracked the lock in sleep,

The Hugger bled the guards of breath,

The Whisker hauled the king’s own wealth.

But greed it whispers, soft and sly,

“Why share with four, when one may buy?”

The rope was cut, the Charmer fell,

The Bowman smiled and thought it well.

The Whisker’s cord was tight and fast,

The Bowman’s gasp became his last,

But steel is swifter still, they say,

The Hugger took the Bag away.

He climbed to find the night was still,

The Jolly waited, hand to kill,

One strike, one sack, the crown, the gold,

The tale was ended, neatly told.

But down the alley bent the flame,

The whisper came to call his name,

The bag was full, his hands were bare,

For Candlejack was waiting there.

Chorus

No honor among thieves, my boys,

No trust in gold, no lasting joys,

The candle burns, the shadows fall,

And Candlejack will have them all.