Commanding without royal blood Companionship and adventure, the Sellsword’s life Founded by bastards and banished brutes, A life of gold without morale
Wearing the colours of the highest bidder Companionship and adventure, the Sellsword’s life Wearing armor and weaponry of the slain A life of gold without moral
On the eve of battle the commander speaks: You are part of the Legion of the Damned You were denied your righteous future because you were born from wrong bloodlines or followed your instincts.
We are the supreme weapon of war, elite killers without conscience. We stand above royal blood and do not distinguish between beggar and king
We have no honour, no family, no home We do not believe in gods except in ourselves We live by the sword, without fear
Slaughter our foes do not grant them a glorious death Ride, kill and harvest Into the battle we march without fear or compassion Sensing fear in the hearts of our enemy Before sundown victory will be ours.
Into the battles we march veterans in every field Shifting the balance when we set food on the battlefield Without honour we deal death slowly
Wearing the colours of the highest bidder Companionship and adventure, the Sellsword’s life Wearing armor and weaponry of the slain A life of gold without moral
Colourless and homeless, travelling the world The Elite of the hired A Sellsword in the Legion of the DamnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
