I leave a trail of victims, like a blight across the country
It's a map of devastation
Strewn with pins to mark their lost and ruined souls

I'm continuing the business of some unknown predecessor
There is method I must follow
There is ritual in each detail, and each goal

I follow in your footsteps - I choose to hold the reigns
You have passed to me the baton
I am eager, I am willing... I am sane!

I'm trusted with the legend
I'm here to fan the flames
You have offered me the challenge
I am eager, I am willing... I am sane!

Eighty years ago
When the 'Axe-Man' was the killer
They hunted far and wide
But the bodies
They just kept on mounting up...

He drove across the country
Leaving murder in his wake
But soon the net had tightened
He was running out of time
And out of luck

Now I claim the title
The 'Axe-Man' back again
I am part of a process
Another link in the chain

I follow in your footsteps
I choose to hold the reigns
You have passed to me the baton
I am willing... I am sane!

I'm trusted with the legend
I'm here to fan the flames
You have offered me the challenge
I am eager, I am willing...
I am sane... I am sane... I am sane!

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