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He got what he deserved
Lying in his last throes
On the blood-red snow
Axe of an honest man
Put an righteous end
To the hypocrite's life
From distant shores
He came to preach the lie
Only greed in his mind
On the ice of the lake
He finally met his fate
Still he tried to escape
Heritage in blood
Never will we forget
Heritage in blood
Do what has to be done
Heritage in blood
Never will we forget
Heritage in blood
Do what has to be done
Still the axe we remember
And the glorious deed
A mighty symbol
Of our resistance against
The spiritual black death
And it´s unnatural ways
