I was named in the light of the seven I denounced them all I have no taste for the lords and their courts and quarrels It ain't where I belong I am no lamb I obey my commands Forsaking my home and my land I do as I please Cutting throats and spilling seed I live for one and that one is me Wine skins, bed sheets, battle and bloody meat Keep your plights and your petty schemes Sellsword? Turncloak? Oh no, that will not do... You may call me the Hedgeking Ramblin' mercenary roamin' round these seven kingdoms And past the narrow sea Take maiden heads down to bed atop furs and skins Winning gold and glory I aim to win Felling foes on battlefields No man can match my steel Hammers and whores, no more petitioning Mine is the fury Banners and thrones, done with the likes of those Ruling isn't what it seems More meat and mead is all I really need This is the life for a Hedgeking