It's become a love of mine
A symbol for desire
A perfect peace a shiny metal
A weapon to admire
When I reach into the sky
A fear no man at all
Don't want to hear no bullsh**
'bout pride before the fall
Swing it high swing it low
Swing it fast swing it slow
My axe always hits the goal
Let it fall
My weeper's flying through the air
Bringing hell and fire
The witness cry for mercy
Makes me even higher
I cannot pray my axe enough
It's my favorite pet
Don't try to cross my way
It's something you'll regret
Swing it high...
Swing it high...