paroles de chanson Axes - Týr

Thus the battlehorn rang out into the dawn
Forge ahead towards a wall of weapons drawn
Soon your screams of pain will sound across the sky
Rage embraces me

With axes raised I
Run right into the fray
My bloodlust blind
Born and bred as a savage slayer
Bellowing in the gory grind

Wielding tools of heathen judgment
Vengeance is my sole concern
Ancient gods of the grave begrudge me
Drenched in guts as you bleed and burn

Lo, a spear in nimble hands impales my side
Joke's on you, I split your skull, to Hel you ride
Downed I wipe your blood and brains from out my eye
Rising to my feet

Oh Týr be praised I
Run back into the fray
My bloodlust blind
Born and bred as a savage slayer
Bellowing in the gory grind

Wielding tools of heathen judgment
Vengeance is my sole concern
Ancient gods of the grave begrudge me
Drenched in guts as you bleed and burn

Axes raised I
Run right into the fray
My bloodlust blind
Born and bred as a savage slayer
Bellowing in the gory grind

Wielding tools of heathen judgment
Vengeance is my sole concern
Ancient gods of the grave begrudge me
Drenched in guts as you bleed and burn