From the blackened tide, it ascends,
A beast of rot, where darkness bends.
Twisted sinew, bones laid bare,
Its venomous breath corrupts the air.
The ocean churns as shadows wake,
Hooves of ruin, the earth they break.
A skinless wraith, with eyes aflame,
The Reaper rides—no soul is the same.
Speak not its name, nor dare provoke,
Or face the wrath of hell’s dark cloak!
Run for your life, the horseman arrives,
A scourge of plague where no one survives.
Fleshless and vile, with fury unchained,
The Nuckelavee calls—your doom is proclaimed!
Bound as one, rider and beast,
A cursed union, hell’s grim feast.
Eyes like embers, breath of decay,
The winds of death carve its pathway.
Fields will blacken, rivers bleed,
The weak will fall, the strong will plead.
No heart, no mercy, no mortal chain,
A godless terror born of pain.
Speak not its name, nor dare provoke,
Or face the wrath of hell’s dark cloak!
Run for your life, the horseman arrives,
A scourge of plague where no one survives.
Fleshless and vile, with fury unchained,
The Nuckelavee calls—your doom is proclaimed!
Yet the ocean’s law holds true and pure…
Its cursed form the strait cannot endure…
Turn to the waves—your only way!
The blessed waters keep the beast at bay!
Turn to the waves—your only way!
Flee, before the end of days!
Run for your life, the horseman arrives,
A scourge of plague where no one survives.
Fleshless and vile, with fury unchained,
The Nuckelavee calls—your doom is proclaimed!
Beware the tide… beware the night…
For the Nuckelavee rides… eternal in its spite…