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
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!