Old and frail her hands, From years of wicked plans The hag is weak, New power she seeks, To do all she commands A plan so dark and ghoulish, That most have deemed it foolish, A being forged, From carcass and corpse, To carry out her wish Through the woods, The hag does tread, Dead trolls she must find From out of limbs she'll craft a beast, With magic she will bind Strong warrior legs, Two goblin arms, The body of a cavetroll, A rotten head, a rancid heart, A brain made out of soil Warriors of old, Grant me power to bring light, Into this foul abomination For too long men's greed has, Shunned me away On this night, I shall have my revenge Rise my beast, RISE! How dare you wake, A beast like me, In such a state as this? These parts aren't my own, But I can still make fists For this you'll pay, You mark my words, For all your selfish hate So now this must end, Prepare to meet your fate