Forged in silence… born in snow…
A faceless giant wakes beneath the fen below.
From frozen marshes veiled in rain
Where elder runes were carved in pain
The hermit breathed the baneful frost
And raised a beast from mire long lost
Eyes of cinder, cold and pale
A soulless shape in sleet and hail
A weapon born from swamp and grave
Awakened by the words enslaved
Inscribed upon the lifeless stone
A rune to bind the dark below
Golem! Shattering the frozen gates
Golem! Warden born of frost and hate
Bound to the hand that carved command
A cursed shadow scars the land
Golem! Rise from the depths below
Golem! Let the blackened rivers flow
The northern heavens bled in flame
While winter storms consumed the slain
And through the dusk the giant strode
Like mountains grinding through the cold
No mercy in its hollow gaze
No pulse beneath the frost decayed
A relic forged from ancient dread
Obedience carved into its head
But every seal begins to break
When wrath and ruin start to wake
Golem! Shattering the frozen gates
Golem! Warden born of frost and hate
Bound to the hand that carved command
A cursed shadow scars the land
Golem! Rise from the depths below
Golem! Let the blackened rivers flow
Ancient runes dissolve in snow…
Frost remembers… marshes groan…
Now the maker fears what he created
A deathless force forever hated
The final sigil stripped from stone
And still it walks… alone…
Golem! Marching through the blood-red snow
Golem! Born where frozen north winds blow
No heaven waits, no flames beneath
Only vengeance carved in teeth
Golem! The frozen earth shall know your name
Golem! Nothing living leaves unchanged
From frost… to wrath…
From silence… to frozen death…
The Golem walks.