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 fadeThe first blood I spilled was the blood of a bard
I had to wipe his smile away
I was not yet a man, nor was I a boy
But still, I made that bastard paySo I left him there, on the stained 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 goodI am an outcast
All alone
I'm a nomad without homeI am an outlaw
I'm disowned
And I am no man's sonThrough 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 screamsTo my father I was dead, he took his name 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 huntI am an outcast
All alone
I'm a nomad without homeI am an outlaw
I'm disowned
And I am no man's sonI am an outcast
All alone
I'm a nomad without homeI am an outlaw
I'm disowned
And I am no man's son