The Hero — Amon Amarth

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