[Verse 1]
South Ward rain on shattered stone,
Windmill ribs and candlebone,
Four below and ten who stare,
Hunger thick in muddy air.
Up the stairs, two small and scared—
Bought with copper, hired, impaired—
They broke and breathed the truth at last:
“The Stone went down where wigs are cast.”

[Hook]
Masks on the children, knives in the dark,
Coins in the air like a sudden spark—
Hold to the line when the city bites,
Bring back the Stone through sewer nights.

[Verse 2]
Down the cellar, down the rot,
Shoulder-high where daylight’s not;
Eyeless bore the dwarf through grime,
Chasing whispers, chasing time.
Behind the door, the dead men danced—
Bones and feathers, blades that glanced—
A halfling necromancer sneered,
Ice took breath, and courage steered.

[Hook]
Masks on the children, knives in the dark,
Coins in the air like a sudden spark—
Hold to the line when the city bites,
Bring back the Stone through sewer nights.

[Verse 3]
Two kenku fled, the chase ignited—
Boots on boards and rafters splintered;
One fell pinned by ruthless force,
One climbed higher, changed its course.
Top floor tremble, thunderbeat—
Three small shapes with troll-mask cheeks;
A blade at throat, a croaking laugh—
Then John’s gold flew in a shining arc.

[Hook]
Masks on the children, knives in the dark,
Coins in the air like a sudden spark—
Hold to the line when the city bites,
Bring back the Stone through sewer nights.

[Verse 4]
Greatsword swept through beak and breath,
Stone reclaimed from borrowed death.
Gazers birthed from nowhere’s seam,
Knives went sailing, lost to wind.
Down below, a circle drawn—
Arcane chalk like quiet dawn—
Promises of roads unseen,
And doors that shouldn’t ever be.

[Bridge]
In the mimic’s wooden grin,
Slim Jim bled to pull hope in—
Skin tore free, then back again,
Because the prize was worth the pain.
Alley shriek and hungry mind,
Kobold masks and bugbear stride—
Stone in flight, rooftop run,
Fire blooms—Enclave sun.

[Final Hook]
Masks on the children, knives in the dark,
Coins in the air like a sudden spark—
Hold to the line when the city bites,
Bring back the Stone through sewer nights.
Dream shows the Vault where dragons lie—
Oranx waits with gilded eye—
Three keys call, and none are kind:
A beard-song sung, the sun, a queen’s gift find.

[Hook]
Mask