• Walking alone day and night,
    Straying from death's unforgiving hands,
    I have left the holy lands and its light,
    For these parts I shall roam, the forsaken land.

    I was once a hero but now I am a curse, nothing but a demon.
    I was once song about and danced to, respect was never lacked,
    But now I am feared by the kings to the peasants and the Seamen.
    I walk in a nightmare, this agreement, this haunting pack...

    For you see, not every Hero can resist things,
    Things that everyman seeks for, but none have found.
    Some power, a crown, a women or silver and golds with Goblets and rings.
    But I have found, with the devil that spoke no sound.

    Immortality, and everything else a fighter wants,
    But to never die but another man's hands and to never die of old age...
    A curse, I have made loves and friends but now I watch them die, death's taunts..
    If only I never made the blood back, If only I can die by someone's blade..

    Everyone I knew and cared for passed on many years ago,
    Who knew dieing was a paradise, to rejoin with the ones you lost..
    My name is well known in tales of evil but my face no one knows,
    The lands are being brought into the light but I've denied from the cross...

    Now I stand alone,
    No allies but many enemies,
    Armor of blood and chrome..
    No, I have to live threw these lonely centuries..