Tyrant Dies - Hammers of Misfortune

Behold I’ve come Ax in hand

To lay claim to this your land

Face me now I stand alone

Rightful heir to yonder throne

Fool!

How dare you come here

With your insults and delusions

Guards!

Behead this wretch

And fetch his ax for my collection

Good it is to taste this wine again

And fall upon the necks of mortal men

Drunk I am upon the blood of slaves

Kingly blood I deign to taste

(dies)

Villagers:

«When the Ax is freed from hell

A single stroke shall break the spell

When the Ax is free again

A brutal reign shall meet its end»