Amon Amarth - The Hero
卜超 制作
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
