Los Cherokee
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 Letras de cancionesThe 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
From Letras Mania