The Wanderer — Hellsaw

Through the night and through the sky Rides the wanderer far far high Winds and storms embrace this guy By the march through the nightly sky

Winds Storms - nightly sky

The march of revenge it shall be Thousand of tortures he left behind With his bloody axe he murdered There is no survivor

Summon his forces Hear my call

All cries for hope are failed And now the wanderer is marching on

Summon his forces Hear my call