the hero

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