An Axe to Grind

Through the muck and fog His axe will fly He's all alone A solitary man The axe of justice severs your flesh Those who know him call him Blade He has a habit of letting his axe do the talking Buried in the sand Sun scorches his retinas Left blind But still wants revenge He doesn't need bullets He took his hand But spared his life The man with a hook for a hand Repays his debt He doesn't need bullets When the time for revenge comes... He will have his axe in hand He doesn't need bullets He must satisfy the axe's need for revenge He will destroy those who love to kill He doesn't need bullets The axe of justice severs your flesh Those who know him call him Blade He has a habit of letting his axe do the talking Through the muck and fog His axe will fly He's all alone A solitary man A man named Blade!