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!