I fight for coin, it is a brutal craft
I sell my sword and carve a bloody path
our heavy infantry is splendidly equipped
against their cavalry our victory is swift
I hold the vanguard with fire and steel
leading the armies with fury and zeal
superior soldiers, imperial gold
warriors bought and victories sold
marching for leagues over rivers and hills
notches on my armour for counting my kills
sword on my shoulder and feather in my cap
and on my back my munitions are strapped
my many victoms multiply my price
I am doppelsöldner, I am paid twice
identified by the special weapons that I carry
soldier as fortune: mercenary