| Behold I’ve come Ax in hand
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| To lay claim to this your land
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| Face me now I stand alone
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| Rightful heir to yonder throne
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| Fool! |
| How dare you come here
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| With your insults and delusions
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| Guards! |
| Behead this wretch
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| And fetch his ax for my collection
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| Good it is to taste this wine again
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| And fall upon the necks of mortal men
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| Drunk I am upon the blood of slaves
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| Kingly blood I deign to taste
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| (dies)
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| Villagers:
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| «When the Ax is freed from hell
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| A single stroke shall break the spell
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| When the Ax is free again
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| A brutal reign shall meet its end» |