Sons of Darkness

We are mercenaries

We are brothers in arms

We are the hidden power

We are sons of darkness

Let us raise our blades for victory, power and glory

I feel the power filling my being

As I roam these lands with a sword in my fist

To fulfill the missions entrusted to us

Carrying glory and riches above the lives we take away

My first killing was difficult,

But since then, my eyes have gotten used to seeing men fall,

As we adapt when the light gives way to the night

Impressive how a man is able to love the worst

When death carries the scent of his glory

Burning, stealing, killing, destroying,

I feel powerful, but something is still missing

How will the story of my name be told?

What will make young people dreamers and elders nostalgic?

Today my fight is not for a cause,

except for my journey on the path to my destiny

Maybe that's why these deaths sometimes leave a bitter taste

In the evening by the fire, I see them dancing in the flames,

Screaming for justice!

I took their wealth and their lives,

In return, they try to take the joy out of my victories

Sung by the bards, glorious are the destinies

and sweet are the spoils

Isn't my heart still not hard enough?

Or have I compromised too much?

There's no place for weakness, my quest is all that matters!

But this feeling intrigues and draws me

Something concealed, that seems precious

A call for life