Testo The Mercenary

Cherokee - The Mercenary


No salvation?

I am no callow Christian,
No pus-paunched prelate, I,
I hope not for salvation, Nor
fear the day I'll die

In wantonness of appetite,
In women, wine and war,
In fire and blood
and rapine
In these my pleasures are.

I love the sight of courpse-strewn mud,
The sound
of steel and armour
The feel of clotting blood.

No salvation That´s where I belong
I speak
these words with honor
The mercenary´s song

Priests talk of soul's salvation,
And shining
lights afar,
But give me a harlot's laughter
And the battle flash of war.

In life you know
you're living
In death we only stink.
Then here's to blood and blasphemy!
And here's to whores
and drink!

The priest an nuns I´ve slained
The women I have ravished
The hunt me not again

No
salvation
And shining lights afar
But give me harlot´s laughter
And the battle flash of war
No
salvation
That´s where I belong
I speak these words with honor
The mercenary´s song