Kirvesmies

Swampy home for the one of a kind Distant echoes batter his mind Blood flowing cold, cold as ice He's denying, they're just lies Drop 'em down to feel the desire Laughing inside, feeding the fire Night begins at dawnbreak With urgent need to kill In nature's eyes You are a traitor Therefore make a sacrifice Cross the path of the decapitator Thus ending your lies He truly cares for no man Killing his way through 'em all Expressing his only pure commitment This axe-created form of art Such hated man of pure honor Could lie to himself no more As his god smiled upon him Riding the goat-hauled wagons