I was born in the dark, in the depths of the stone,
Silent and waiting, all on my own.
You built up your walls, thought you’d be safe inside,
But vengeance is patient, and I will not hide.
Boom, boom, hear my thunder roar!
Run if you want, but I’m at your door.
No shield, no sword, no place to defend,
The Creeper’s revenge—it won’t ever end!
You mine and you take, leave the land torn and bare,
Never once thinking that someone might care.
But down in the caves where the emeralds gleam,
We whisper our anger, we plot, and we scheme.
Boom, boom, hear my thunder roar!
Run if you want, but I’m at your door.
No shield, no sword, no place to defend,
The Creeper’s revenge—it won’t ever end!
Did you hear that hiss, my friend?
No, no, not again!
Too late now, time is done!
Wait—please, I’ll—
BOOM!
Oh, you thought you were safe, thought you ruled the land,
But a house built of stone turns to dust in my hand.
I take no treasure, I steal no gold,
I just bring destruction—silent and cold.
Boom, boom, hear my thunder roar!
Run if you want, but I’m at your door.
No shield, no sword, no place to defend,
The Creeper’s revenge—it won’t ever end!
No… it won’t… ever… end…