There’s a camp of traders selling all you can dream of and more
All you need is silver but beware just what you bargain for
Is your land in danger? Do your armies of farmers not have the skill?
Maybe we’re your saviours
Or the ones coming in for the kill
We are merchants of menace
Our stock and trade is in blood
We are merchants of menace
To us men are but mud
Skalds proclaim our glory; weapons bristling shield bosses shine
Cowards flee before us; turn, stand now and fight us and die
Where the slaughters thickest; there you’ll find us for there we belong
Harbingers of justice; you can pay us for right or wrong
We are merchants of menace
Our stock and trade is in blood
We are merchants of menace
To us men are but mud
Now the camp lies empty; turned your dreams into nightmares for sure
We took all your silver, but hey, it’s you that we’re fighting for
We are merchants of menace
Our stock and trade is in blood
We are merchants of menace
To us men are but mud
We are merchants of menace
For us the world stands aside
We are merchants of menace
Deals done, and now we ride
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