The age of his reckoning was uncounted
The scribes carved his name deep in the tablets of Hell across eons
And each battle etched terror in the hearts of the demons
They knew he would come
As he always had, as he always will
To feast on the blood of the wicked
The Doom Slayer
Terror
They knew he would come
As he always had, as he always will
To feast on the blood of the wicked
For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes
And ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting
The Doom Slayer
Terror
The Doom Slayer