We stood for seven days in rain
We left the seven tired cities slain
When the wind screams through the streets
over rose-red soaked concrete
Grasp the blade of might
The dull steel forged by fire
The blood will spill
as you unleash your hate and kill
I'll drag you down
to where our souls die
To where our bodies explode in battle
to give birth to the evil life
The sharpened blade now shines
with the power to end lives
So raise your weapons high
For now it is time to die
The axe has been taken form and clutched by the hands
Swinging high overhead is a dull blade sharpened
Sharpened by the cries of Hell's damned
The Battle-Axe
The Battle-Axe
The Battle-Axe
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