The blade I swing
Is black as night
Black as my soulless heart
It bears the burden
Of many lives
But I don´t feel remorse
I lent my sword
To anyone
Willing to pay the price
No regrets for
What I´ve done
A mercenary´s life
But there I was
On battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death
Cut into my flesh
Defending old and weak
But I did not retreat
Now, here I lie
In my own blood
And strangers cry for me
I´m prepared to meet the Gods
I wish they´d let me be
I don't deserve
Their sympathy
I know who I am
My soul is death and misery
I am an evil man
I rest in my blood
Soon I will face the Gods
Strangers cry for me
I wish they´d let me be
Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man
I know who I am
I am an evil man
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