Corpsefed Cauldron -

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