I. 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?!
Ref. 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!
II. Now, on the battlefield we stand without your battle cry. Our fallen brother! I took your axe, and in your name to the battle I ride! I remember your blood and sweat. Your axe is now held high, your flame will burn, This is your blade!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
