Lyrics:

The Ones
Which feared reality
The day becomes a threat
Your world will never be the same again
Again!

Out of mess in anger
I plumed my new passion
In me arose a stranger
Which controls my slaughter fashion

Axe Splatter
Makes me feel better
Changes my sight
Gives me,
Gives me endless might

With my axe
I slotted your head
It was sedation
To see you're dead
I hackled the scrap
On a bloody process
Balm after this
Boiling anger excess

Axe Splatter
Makes me feel better
Changes my sight
Gives me,
Gives me endless might

Gives me endless might

With my axe
I slotted your head
It was sedation
To see you're dead
Dead
Dead
YOU'RE DEAD!

DEAD!