The war is my life,
of her do I breed.
The sword is my wife,
the scars are our seed.
For each day that goes
I elder a year.
For each slay of foes
grows... my deep fear.
I long for a touch
so gentle so sweet.
I have seen to much
of swordbaldes that eat.
I'm still rather young
but feel as old man.
Perhaps that's my song,
perhaps that's my ban.
What can I do?
I chose wrong in life.
My destiny's to
live with my bloodthirsty wife.