[Verse 1]

Three years before the black stone cage,
before the chains were worn,
a healer knelt in ash and mud
where broken lives were torn.

A dragon child beneath the smoke,
blood dark upon his skin,
held one small egg against his heart
and would not let death in.

They said no mark, no house, no name,
no bloodline worth the cost,
but Yulara reached into the dark
and would not leave him lost.

[Pre-Chorus]

If he still fights to live,
then we will fight as one.
A name is not a chain we wear—
it is a thing we become.

[Chorus]

Run, run, below the stone,
where the spider’s shadow clings.
Run, run, with borrowed breath,
with broken bones and stolen things.

The cage is cracked,
the dark has drums,
the priestess calls, the hunters come.
No dawn below,
no mercy won—
but the escape has begun.

[Verse 2]

Back beneath Velkynvelve,
where the stolen chest lay still,
Ilvara stood with poison eyes
and murder dressed as will.

“Return,” she hissed, “you belong to me,”
but steel had found its hand.
Vorgrath laughed through blood and rage,
too proud to kneel or stand.

Varang called the ash below,
Dose marked death with aim,
Edric split the mind with thought,
Iragon answered flame.

[Pre-Chorus]

A scourge can tear the body,
poison can stain the skin,
but chains are only iron
until the teeth sink in.

[Chorus]

Run, run, below the stone,
where the spider’s shadow clings.
Run, run, with borrowed breath,
with broken bones and stolen things.

The cage is cracked,
the dark has drums,
the priestess calls, the hunters come.
No dawn below,
no mercy won—
but the escape has begun.

[Verse 3]

Then came the swarm of phantom legs,
a vortex made of pain,
web and venom, claw and dark,
a priestess’ cruel refrain.

The wounded fell, the room went black,
the silver mist withdrew,
and somewhere underneath the floor
a chained drake howled the truth.

Nettle cried from iron rings,
Dose heard him through the stone.
A healer’s hands, a dragon’s heart—
no one survives alone.

[Bridge]

Knock rang loud against the lock,
and stolen lives returned:
axe and shield, book and blade,
the things the drow had earned.

But freedom is a hungry road,
and mercy travels slow;
fifteen souls upon the edge,
with nowhere safe to go.

So fall, but fall like feathers.
Bleed, but keep your feet.
Pray the lift holds one more breath.
Pray the dark has teeth.

[Final Chorus]

Run, run, below the stone,
where the spider’s shadow clings.
Run, run, with borrowed breath,
with broken bones and stolen things.

The cage is cracked,
the dark has drums,
the priestess calls, the hunters come.
No dawn below,
no mercy won—
but the escape has begun.

[Verse 4]

Below the bridge, below the screams,
below the drow and flame,
a broken demon spread its wings
and shrieked without a name.

The tunnel shook, the fleeing froze,
the dark itself drew breath,
then Iragon raised spring-bright wrath
and tore its head from death.

[Outro]

Behind them cracked the hunting whips,
ahead, the light was none.
Ilvara’s voice rang through the deep:
“Bring them back alive.”

But the chest was theirs,
the drake was free,
the prison bled behind.

No sky above.
No road to trust.
No promise of the sun.

Only breath,
and blood,
and running feet—

The escape has begun.