He lets the axe fly yield your coffers or your lives
Corded muscle beneath weathered skin he fits a bolt to the twine
Eyes agleam within the copse like a wraith he appears
He does not have a name do not look in his eyes
Reign in give up your gold this road is his yield or perish
He is the highwayman
He takes what he wants a question earns a broken jaw
Brave men fall from their horses arrows in their necks
He is the brigand of the lowlands
He does not have a name do not look in his eyes
Reign in give up your gold this road is his yield or perish
He is the highwayman
This road is his
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
