The sun has long forgotten your face Entombed in my possession With fading screams and drying bloodstains I grow tired of my subject
What implement of sadistic intention Will satisfy my bloodlust? Crushing. Burning. All tools have their charm My rapture is your suffering I ponder what device will do this deed And then a grisly answer comes to me:
I've got an axe to grind And fate is calling I've got an axe to grind - I've got an axe to grind And fate is calling me I've got your head in mind To meet its falling
Sparks fly as stone is turning Ears pierced by sounds of grinding The shape of your death forming
My heart beat like a war drum The grip of steel in my hand As my bloodlust fills me
Your eyes are filled with horror Shrieking you beg for mercy As if your god could hear you I fucking swing the axe!
The blood flows from severed limb to cold floor The sweetness of the carnage leaves me only wanting more This sickness I embrace; it is all I need The victims I shall claim are soon to meet my axe
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