A life of misery is made for those with no ambition,
But that don’t fit for me so I cut into my fate,
Taking down difficulties, facing them one by one
And no one will ever (be) a match for me,
All I gotta to do,
Is to sweap the air,
With a fine blade,
Sharpened with my unbeatable will
So I keep on going, no stop for nothing,
Running over who gets in my way,
I’ve got the axe in hand,
And I am the worthy wielder,
And I am going to show,
What I am made of,
I am the wielder the axe,
Cutting my way into fate