born on a battlefield and baptized in blood you took your first steps in the red reeking mud killed your first man at the age of thirteen life s lessons taught you to be cruel and mean all your prayers are said in vain you live by the blade die by the same die in pain soldier of fortune selling your sword leading to battle a barbaric horde showing no mercy to those you attack you kill without feeling and never look back vengeance and hatred was all that you knew stealing and killing was all you could do living and loving the life that you led a life that has left you nothing but dead