[Verse 1]
Down where the stone has no memory,
where the rivers forget the sky,
we woke with iron on our wrists,
and old fear in our eyes.

No sun to mark the morning,
no bell to mourn the dead,
only breath in broken silence,
and the dark above our heads.

[Pre-Chorus]
But something soft was speaking,
through the rot and root and spore,
a whisper passed between us:
we are prisoners no more.

[Chorus]
The dark was listening,
but so were we.
Chains may bite the bone,
but they do not own the free.

When the horn cried out,
we answered with our teeth.
In the halls beneath the world,
we taught the stone to breathe.

[Verse 2]
One hand found a hidden ember,
one mouth worried at the lock,
one fool laughed like a gambler
while death paced round the block.

There were names we did not trust yet,
there were eyes we could not read,
but every cage has a hunger,
and every wound can bleed.

[Pre-Chorus]
So we traded fear for fury,
and we swallowed down the pain.
If the spider wants a sermon,
let her hear it in the chain.

[Chorus]
The dark was listening,
but so were we.
Chains may bite the bone,
but they do not own the free.

When the horn cried out,
we answered with our teeth.
In the halls beneath the world,
we taught the stone to breathe.

[Verse 3]
Keys rang bright as mercy
on a guard’s last failing breath,
and the bridge became a chapel
where the desperate bargained death.

Blood on stolen leather,
ash beneath the tongue,
we wore our bruises proudly
like songs not yet sung.

[Bridge]
Do not pray for dawn here,
dawn does not know this place.
Pray for hands that do not tremble,
pray for fire behind the face.

Pray the lost remember anger,
pray the weak remember bone.
Pray the deep road opens hungry,
and carries us back home.

[Final Chorus]
The dark was listening,
but so were we.
Chains may bite the bone,
but they do not own the free.

When the horn cried out,
we answered with our teeth.
In the halls beneath the world,
we taught the stone to breathe.

[Outro]
At the door of silk and shadow,
where the spider keeps her throne,
we stood half-dead and shaking—
but we did not stand alone.

No sun, no sky, no mercy,
no promise we would live.
Only iron, blood, and breathing,
and nothing left to give.

Only iron, blood, and breathing…
and nothing left to give.