Verse 1 In the shadowed streets of Zaun, a beast begins to rise, With claws of steel and hunger real, he hunts beneath the skies. Once a man, now something more, cursed by blood and pain, Warwick prowls the night, his vengeance unrestrained. Pre-Chorus In the dark, he feels the call, To hunt them down, to make them fall. Chorus Warwick, in the dead of night, With a howl, he starts the fight. Through the fear and through the dread, He hunts the living, fueled by the dead. Warwick, in the moonlight’s gleam, He’s the terror in their dreams. From the shadows, he will rise, The beast within, he can't disguise. Verse 2 In the alleys and the corners, where the darkness reigns, He sniffs out every heartbeat, the blood coursing in their veins. Once a man with memories, now a creature of the hunt, Driven by the scent of fear, in every darkened front. Pre-Chorus In the chaos, he finds his prey, With a feral cry, he leads the way. Chorus Warwick, in the dead of night, With a howl, he starts the fight. Through the fear and through the dread, He hunts the living, fueled by the dead. Warwick, in the moonlight’s gleam, He’s the terror in their dreams. From the shadows, he will rise, The beast within, he can't disguise. Bridge
