You wouldn't know me for a Dorsai if you met me
I haven't got the build or the pride.
I don't lecture about honor, for I have none
I carry no weapons at my side.
My people stand tall like flames in the sun
One and all, they're perfect soldiers and true.
But me, I smother widows with their pillows
When the stars are hidden and the moon is new--

Black operations, that's what they call it,
A thing that all good Dorsai must despise.
For the only proper way to strike an enemy
Is when they're looking you in the eyes!
But why send an army with banners and stripes
When you can send one man without a mark?
So that many do not die under blood red skies,
Some must die in the dark.

"There's no such thing as a Dorsai assassin!"
That's what they'll tell you if you ask.
"Yes, we're for hire; yes, we'll go under fire,
But none of us would touch that task!"
Inquire with certain people in private, though,
And they'll give you a number and a word to say;
A voice that is not my voice will handle the details;
The appointed will perish and you will pay--

Black operations, that's what they call it,
A thing to make good Dorsai blanch and frown.
When your enemy's at large, you make one final charge,
And with a smile on your lips, you cut him down!
But why send a navy to bomb a whole planet
When you can send one man with a spark?
So that many do not die under blood red skies,
Some must die in the dark.

Tonight, to a captain, I was a sentry;
To the sentries I was captain of the guard.
Then I was a maid, and then they found my contact's body,
And now lights and alarms fill the yard.
I've already found my targets and made sure they were dead,
So I guess it's time to take a little rest.
I'll sit and drink a toast to the health of the Dorsai,
Then blow the thermite charges on my chest--

Black operations, that's what they call it,
Not a way that any good Dorsai would go.
No, you fly into the teeth of the dragon,
And your mates all tell your tale and make it grow!
But why waste a squadron, waste a company, a corps?
Why star them in a story cold and stark?
So that many do not die under blood red skies,
Some must die in the dark...

So that many do not die under blood red skies,
Some must die, all alone, in the dark.