A man in Kelly green appears

Through cover of the midnight dread.

All men tremble, all men fear

The apex of the arrow's head.

Haunted by his father's sins

He marks the names off on his list.

In Starling City, the Hood begins

His dark crusade for justice.

Mercy rarely he bestows

To wicked men with evil thoughts.

And as he pulls back on his bow,

The arrow is loosed from the nock.

One stabs a henchman on his chest.

Another gets one in the back.

A well-aimed flash bang blinds the rest

And blinds them to his blunt attack.

Like a surgeon - cold, precise -

The glass fortress is assailed.

And one by one, they pay the price

For the city they had failed.

On Purgatory he once learned

The killing ways; the ancient arts.

Through blood, through sweat, through pain he earned

His hardened eyes, his stone cold heart.

For Ollie Queen's forever damned

To wield the bow, to fight the fight

To see that Uncorrupted Land

Where crime is banished from the night.

Yet buried in the hood is born

Humanity to stay rage.

Though justice pledged and duty sworn,

It's understood that he can change.

Yet still the hooded man appears

Through cover of the midnight dread.

Beware, you wanton profiteers,

The death's mark of the arrow's head.