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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 fade
The first blood I spilled was the blood of a varg
I had to wipe the smile away
I was not yet a man, nor was I a boy
But still, I made that bastard pay
So I left him there, on the stable 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 good
I am an outcast
All alone
I'm a nomad without home
I am an outlaw
