Mercenary

Ride a broken pony in the desert sun
Cut a thousand hearts before the day is done
Feel a crumpled body underneath my sword
Sold them all for a sharp edge and a bag of gold

Weary to the bone but the thirst persists
Gotta keep on runnin by the way of Fist
Hiding like a jackal from the gleaming shield
Cutting down my quarry in a fallow field

River running red as I send you down
Forgotten creed, forsaken code, I can't be stopped
Until I fall