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Remove the axe and hold it up high

To defend

From the men

Who take pride in

Their decaying skin

He stands up tall with his chest out

And his throat exposed

Waving the flag of the heartland

And my hatred grows

He's responsible for waves of death

I'll raise the axe and take revenge

And collect their heads

I've been forced into a dead end

I'm not lying in wait

I'm striking out and breaking away

Across frozen lakes

Over blackened blood-soaked plains

I'll track down the pigs who keep people in chains

I'll come back with a bag of human remains

You better run

You're running out of sun

I see you

In the distance

Fast asleep

Clutching your gun

You cower as I stand

Over you with the blade in my hand

You never even had a chance

But you're not a victim of circumstance

You brought this on your own head

With the defenseless you have oppressed

With my reflection in your eyes

I lower the axe and

Remove the head and hold it up high