The city burns, no sleep tonight
Its broken walls are a welcome sight
A bloodied blade, a life to sell
You pay the price and we send them to hell
In from the North, a savage horde
We give no quarter; we have no Lord
If you have coin we’ll serve you well
But pay the price or we’ll send you to hell
And as we ride
Our foes will die
Sellsword; our blades are for hire
Sellsword; we live our lives in your mire
Sellsword; no master but gold
Sellsword; our story never told
Upon our shields the foe will break
Out in the field their life we take
The blood it flows upon our steel
One look at us and your enemies reel
Their banners fall taken one by one
But still we go gleaming in the sun
They know us now and fear us well
You paid the price and we sent them to hell
And as we ride
Our foes will die
Sellsword; our blades are for hire
Sellsword; we live our lives in your mire
Sellsword; no master but gold
Sellsword; our story never told
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