I. Dogma - Mick Gordon

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