Wrought from the hate from a world that's old.
Made with a heart of gold, a very unique mold.
Tempered with the heat of forgotten lore,
the creator saw his revenge's hope soar.

Brought from the depths of a mountain core,
where the rage was bold as the creator swore.
Awaken twilight titan with a mighty roar!
decorate hell's halls with endless gore.

Running in an endless chase
and into the dark of an empty space,
he whets his blade with earnest blood
and yet he thirsts for more and more.

Now run little man as your end unfolds.
A cursed giant follows your every step,
hidden in lies, corruption and hate,
await your justice as it was foretold.

Cold are the hands grasping at your soul,
he dwells in shadow behind your mind's door.
He lies patiently in wait for death bell's toll,
making terrifying sounds you cant just ignore.