/// LETRA ///
I was born in Caledonia, raised by a curse,
No father, no guidance, just magic and worse.
The DeGroots said I'd be some spell-bound knight—
But all I learned was how to ignite.

At Ullapool, I found my fate,
With a bottle in hand and a thirst for hate.
They said I’d be blind to the man I’d be...
They were right — one eye and TNT.

They taught me the runes, the arcane, the lore,
But I traded it all for the thrill of the war.
Now I'm drunk on revenge and my skrumpy's kiss,
And I blow up regrets I barely miss.

I’m a black Scottish cyclops, exploding your door!
With a belt full o’ bombs and a lust for war!
A toast to the ghosts that I’ve blown apart,
And a curse on the eye that betrayed my heart!

When I laugh, it's thunder — when I rage, it’s hell,
I’ve got demons inside and they drink as well.
You think I'm mad? Well, ye just might be right—
But madness builds kingdoms of the greatest heights.

Soldier’s my brother in chaos and screams,
We share bloody plans and explosive dreams.
I drink to the dead and he shouts to the sky,
Together we charge and forget to ask why.

Spy thinks I’m daft, but I know his game—
He stabs in the dark while I light up a flame.
Pyro just giggles and burns with delight,
But I toast to the madness — we're brothers in fright.

My bottle’s my friend, my launcher’s my bride,
I’ll die in the blast with a grin stretched wide.
No medals, no mercy, no motherly hug,
Just me , the boom and a grave I dug.

I’m a black Scottish cyclops, exploding your door!
With a belt full o’ bombs and a lust for war!
A toast to the ghosts that I’ve blown apart,
And a curse on the eye that betrayed my heart!

When I laugh, it's thunder — when I rage, it’s hell,
I’ve got demons inside and they drink as well.
You think I'm mad? Well, ye just might be right—
But madness builds kingdoms of the greatest heights.

Then came the eye — Monoculus born,
A beast from my socket, twisted and torn.
My hatred took shape, and it knew my name,
A cyclopean curse in an eyeball's fame.

He stole my vision, but left me sight,
Of war, of loss, of endless fight.
A cursed reflection, a bleeding orb,
Still, I aim it,  true — and I never resolved.

I've seen RED rise and BLU men fall,
Watched friends turn ghostly from one wrong call.
But I'm still standing, scarred and loud—
The one-eyed bastard that makes his mum proud.

I’m a black Scottish cyclops, exploding your door!
With a belt full o’ bombs and a lust for war!
A toast to the ghosts that I’ve blown apart,
And a curse on the eye that betrayed my heart!

When I laugh, it's thunder — when I rage, it’s hell,
I’ve got demons inside and they drink as well.
You think I'm mad? Well, ye just might be right—
But madness builds kingdoms of the greatest heights.

"KA-BOOM!…"

Explosive Cyclops - The Demoman

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Explosive Cyclops - The Demoman

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