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 k**
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 taken form and been 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