Tweed Reborn: Threads of Vengeance

Tweed reborn, sharp as a blade. Through the gutters where shadows parade.

Stitches tight on a tattered soul. Hunting the scum, making them fold. Rust on the

air. Blood on the street. The clock strikes vengeance.

Tick, tock, tock. Repeat. Tweed reborn,

rising. No mercy sworn. Threads of fury through the storm torn.

Scum's last breath under a blood red dawn. Tweed reborn. Tweed reborn.

Tweed reborn. Echoes of chaos. Boots on the ground. In the filth

where no heroes are found. A needle's point. A jagged grin. Stitching the end