Grave Digger’s Promise

You want smoke? I bring coffins, no bluff,

Pull up to the fight with a shovel — that’s tough.

Scarlet eyes glowin', pain in my soul,

I’m the last of my kind, and I’m losin' control.

Red eyes like rage incarnate,

You take one breath wrong, I’ll scar it.

Chains on my fingers, death on command,

I don’t fight fair, I make demons disband.

Y’all hunt treasure, I hunt names,

Your greed is cheap, mine’s laced with flames.

Blood spilled for the clan I lost,

Now every fuck I gave been tossed.

Eyes stolen, souls traded for gold,

I sold mine too — just colder and bold.

I don't care 'bout justice, I want revenge,

I’ll torture you slow 'til you meet your end.

I ain’t here to fight, bitch — I’m here to dig graves,

Shovel in hand, chains swingin' like blades.

Say a prayer, motherfucker, I don’t need your love,

Just your last breath while I’m lookin' above.

Scarlet rage, drip blood like it’s wine,

Cross me once, I’ll make sure you die nine.

I’m a one-man clan with a goddamn goal,

Rip your soul with a chain, drag it straight through coal.

I walk in silence, but the screams echo loud,

Every Phantom fake finna bleed in a crowd.

Nen on lock, Chain Jail cold,

Talk tough now, but you’ll fold when I hold.

Can’t even touch me unless you fit the curse,

So I built my Nen like a fuckin’ hearse.

Specialist mode, I made my terms,

You die slow, and your sins still burn.

This ain’t mercy, this is art with blood,

A requiem played in a crimson flood.

Don’t call me a hero, that shit don’t fit,

I’m the grave digger, and I’m lovin' this pit.

Don’t ask me to stop, don’t ask me to feel,

I gave up my soul for a fate that’s real.

I don’t smile, I don’t blink, I don’t forgive,

I just chain-wrap death so my people live.

I ain’t here to fight, bitch — I’m here to dig graves,

Shovel in hand, chains swingin' like blades.

Say a prayer, motherfucker, I don’t need your love,

Just your last breath while I’m lookin' above.

Scarlet rage, drip blood like it’s wine,

Cross me once, I’ll make sure you die nine.

I’m a one-man clan with a goddamn goal,

Rip your soul with a chain, drag it straight through coal.

Kurta blood ain’t dead, it’s sleepin’ in me,

And when I pull up with that shovel — you’ll see.

This ain’t vengeance, this is fate on a leash,

I’m your executioner, bitch — rest in peace.