CHORUS Axes leaves fresh wounds Rips my bones apart Leaving my life with agony And I hope soon to die in battle Many years has passed Leaving scars in my flesh This old body been through Through much pain in life A life full of struggles And victories far away at sea I've been stabbed with knives I've been cut by swords CHORUS We do, what expected of us We do, what we grow up to do We do, what we can do We do, what we're meant to do Many scars will heal And the history will reveal That warrios will prevail In their lethal way to sail A wish most of us have Warriors like us carries A burden gets heavier After every encounter with war We use or bodies as weapons of war