Gaunt, emaciated, an insatiable lust for flesh.
Decayed, unclean, spawn of the Devil himself.
Skin tight-to-the-bone, he’s looking pretty angry.
And he moves – so swift. You cannot take your eyes off him!

Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends.
Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride.

A marvel of height, the menacing fear in your eyes –
will prevoke its hunger. The only way out is suicide.
Skin tight-to-the-bone, he’s looking pretty angry.
And he moves – so swift. You cannot take your eyes off him!

Devouring the dark, the hunger never ends.
Born in the mines, from the greed and the pride.