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
Tempered by the fires of hell
His iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak
He set forth, without pity
And hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty
Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding
None could stand before the horde, but the Doomslayer
For he alone...
Was the Hellwalker