Keep the graves empty for me,
I who am denied my death,
As I rest under oak tree,
Praying for a final breath.

Many men my axe brought down,
With a swing so great and steady,
Many towns burnt to the ground,
Yet however I'm not ready.

Shedding blood, it is my duty,
With lost brothers , men of arms
For I end all life I see,
And set flame on to the farms.
K
Keep the graves empty for me,
For I end all life I see.

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