First Kill - Amon Amarth

The first man I killed was the earl’s right-hand man

When he came to take her away

I ran his own sword straight through his throat

And then I stood there, watching him fade

The first blood I spilled was the blood of a varg

I had to wipe his smile away

I was not yet a man, nor was I a boy

But still, I made that bastard pay

So I left him there, on the stained floor

Bathing in a pool of his own blood

My one and only choice was to flee this land

To leave this wretched place for good

I am an outcast

All alone

I’m a nomad without home

I am an outlaw

I’m disowned

And I am no man’s son

Through the cold midwinter nights on a southbound winding path

The stars and moon my only light;

and the earl’s men closing fast

I swore that I’d return;

that I would see him burn

I will live it in my dreams;

the smell, the blood, his dying screams

To my father I was dead, he took his name from me

He drove me away, I was shunned

My one and only choice was to leave this land

To become the pagan they would hunt

I am an outcast

All alone

I’m a nomad without home

I am an outlaw

I’m disowned

And I am no man’s son

I am an outcast

All alone

I’m a nomad without home

I am an outlaw

I’m disowned

And I am no man’s son