Little mercenary.

Guts and Blood and Blood and Guts and

Robbed of a mothers love at birth
left to drown in blood
he was to die beneath her corpse
meant to rot in a cesspit of despair
born to die as a waste of air

Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood
Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood

Raised as a child one shorn of fate
in a fit of rage
he, knows a violent destiny
will await, only life by sword shall reign
and he never to death be slain

Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood
Blood and Guts and Guts and Blood