I am a fighter in the sky
Fighting for spots in the sun and castles made of clouds
Young, courageous and naive
I sacrificed my blood for fame and high ideals
I have a won a lot of battles
Not for money but for glorious stories
But I have lost just as many
They left my body scarred and my heart lonely

Like a mercenary
I am fighting foreign wars
that aren’t my own
Like a mercenary
I am caught under the flag
Of long forgotten kings and queens

These fights had caused me too much sorrow
I knew I had to run, I knew I had to find my place
Old, bewildered and hard-bitten
I put down my arms and shield, fled through woods and moors
For a while I found salvation
Listening to words of wisdom in the arms of angels
But I heard thunder from afar
Like a siren song
I could not resist the battle’s roar

Like a mercenary
I am fighting foreign wars
That aren’t my own
Like a mercenary
I am caught under the flag
Of long forgotten kings and queens.