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...