The Last Axeman

He was the chosen one,

Code of honour

Ruled in his life.

Shining axe was his sign

And sword -held high!

Gloves of metal!

Didn't die by the blade,

A treacheary

Of mother earth,

Took him away tonight.

Prince of darkness,

Where is your blade!

Ride, into glory!

The last axeman, left his shield

Eternal!

Immortal!

The Axeman!

My fallen brother!

Now his soul will ride with me

The warrior!

Avenger!

The Axeman!

Now, on the battlefield

We stand without

You battle cry.

Out fallen brother!

I took your axe,

And in your name

To the battle I ride!

I remember

You blood and sweat.

Your axe is now held high,

Your flame will burn,

This is your blade!