Wolfhorde - 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