First Kill

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 stable 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 hand 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