Sellsword from Battle Wraith by Necrovert

Some men were born to struggle
Some men were born to win
Some men were born just to walk that line
There’s no turnin’ back for them

I never asked for life to be easy
I never thought the game would be fair
But a man like me could use a couple o’ breaks
It’s gettin’ harder just to breathe the air

I’m a killer for hire, I’m an orphan of war
I’m a man that can make a man dead!
I’m a freelance fighter with a nom de guerre
The only man I salute is the one with the bread

I’m a sell sword!

I earn my wage by the edge of the blade
I get paid for the blood that I spill
I carry me a shovel slung across my back
Cause I gotta lotta graves to fill

I eat the kinda food that a goat wouldn’t touch
I drink water from a bucket of mud
I got rocks in my boots that are bigger than you
And a war drum poundin’ in my blood!

I’m a killer for hire, I’m an orphan of war
I’m a man that can make a man dead!
I’m a freelance fighter with a nom de guerre
The only man I salute is the one with the bread

I’m a sell sword!

They call me a soldier of fortune
But I haven’t seen a fortune yet
I fight my way through a battle a day
In a war that I would rather forget

The only thing they taught me was to do my job
And I have to say that I do it well
They got me stackin’ bodies at a discount price
And I’ll sell you a one-way ticket to hell!

I’m a killer for hire, I’m an orphan of war
I’m a man that can make a man dead!
I’m a freelance fighter with a nom de guerre
The only man I salute is the one with the bread

I’m a sell sword!

• Electronic
• Mercenary
• Military Music
• fantasy
• Texas