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!