In the first age In the first battle When the shadows first lengthened One stood He chose the path of perpetual torment In his ravenous hatred he found no peace And with boiling blood he scoured the umbral plains Seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him And those that tasted the bite of his sword named him The Doom Slayer

In the first age In the first battle When the shadows first lengthened One stood He chose the path of perpetual torment In his ravenous hatred he found no peace And with boiling blood he scoured the umbral plains Seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him And those that tasted the bite of his sword named him The Doom Slayer