Borne in a village far from the lighte 
Declined by his father, the unwanted childe 
An outcast from hell, a rebel at all 
Wanted to live not to kneele to the false 
Disowned by his comrades, standing alone 
He was never a hero assigned for the throue 
Deceived and betrayed, tread as a slave 
The wilde bloody son was fighting his fate 
Wielding the axe, vengeance in his veins 
The bloody son hath return'd 
The Axewielder 
Back from the grave, he swore to fighte 
The Axewielder 
Withe fire in the eyes he's burning the nighte 
The Axewielder 
A warrior, breaking his chains 
The Axewielder 
He swore an oathe, it's the hour of the axe 
Blinted by shadows in fear of his paste 
Grown to a rock, the stone in his hearte 
Walked through the graves, sawe the dust of his life 
Struggled and bled, he foughte to survive 
The wrathe in his bloode, the will to succeede 
Decided to fighte, his fire to feede 
The oathe hath been sworn, never to crawle 
He follow'd his hearte, never kneele to the false [Bridge] [Chorus] 
I see the darke of my childehoode 
And I feele the hate in my eyes 
I remember the bloode and the paine 
But I won't surrender 
I won't kneele to their falsenesse 
Vengeance fills my veins 
I will fighte... [Solo:Scott/Lars/both] [Chorus] 
Back from the grave, it's the hour of the axe...