In the mist, he walks alone
Iron club, thunder in his tone
Eyes that burn like fire and gold
A thousand tales, a legend told
He laughs where others fear to tread
He fights the night, he strikes with dread
One stomp and the silence breaks—
He’s here, and the earth shakes
He’s the roar behind the hill
The wind that bends the trees at will
No mercy, no retreat tonight
He brings the storm, he is the fight
Ghost in smoke, king of flame
Not a monster—he’s a name
From shadows deep he now ascends—
The tale begins where others end