First Kill
The first man I killed was the earl's right-hand manWhen he came to take her awayI ran his own sword straight through his throatAnd then I stood there, watching him fade
The first blood I spilled was the blood of a bardI had to wipe his smile awayI was not yet a man, nor was I a boyBut still, I made that bastard pay
So I left him there, on the stained floorBathing in a pool of his own bloodMy one and only choice was to flee this landTo leave this wretched place for good
I am an outcastAll aloneI'm a nomad without home
I am an outlawI'm disownedAnd I am no man's son
Through the cold midwinter nightsOn a southbound winding pathThe stars and moon my only light;And the earl's men closing fastI swore that I'd return;That I would see him burnI will live it in my dreams;The smell, the blood, his dying screams
To my father I was dead, he took his name from meHe drove me away, I was shunnedMy one and only choice was to leave this landTo become the pagan they would hunt
I am an outcastAll aloneI'm a nomad without home
I am an outlawI'm disownedAnd I am no man's son
I am an outcastAll aloneI'm a nomad without home
I am an outlaw