[Intro]
Breathe low, stone below,
no sun remembers where we go.
Blood on the shrine, fire on the shore,
Sloobludop sings no more.

[Verse 1]
We ran where the black lake swallowed the light,
past broken nets and burning reed,
while a two-headed shadow drank from the night
and feasted where the faithful bleed.

Shuushar fell where the waters cried,
peace in a place gone mad,
and Ploopploopeen knelt with the dead at her side
for every child she had.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t look back, don’t speak his name,
don’t count the bodies in the flame.
Take up your blade, take up your breath,
and walk the road that smells of death.

[Chorus]
There’s breath beneath the earth,
there’s hunger in the stone,
there’s a road made out of spider silk
where no one walks alone.

The webs know when you’re bleeding,
the dark knows what you’re worth,
and every prayer goes silent
in the breath beneath the earth.

[Verse 2]
A map from the dead and a road through the black,
Gracklstugh somewhere ahead,
but the lake rolled deep with teeth in its back,
so we took the land instead.

Yuck Yuck grinned and Spiderbait stared,
two coins for the way,
“Step where we step, and don’t be scared,
unless the webs don’t sway.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t touch twice, don’t run too fast,
don’t trust the lines that look like paths.
Wrap your feet, and hush your fear,
something old is listening here.

[Chorus]
There’s breath beneath the earth,
there’s hunger in the stone,
there’s a road made out of spider silk
where no one walks alone.

The webs know when you’re bleeding,
the dark knows what you’re worth,
and every prayer goes silent
in the breath beneath the earth.

[Bridge]
Dose crossed the strand where the chasm sighed,
claws on the silk, no room to fall,
Edric read what a dead man wrote
while spiders crawled the wall.

Varang burned one bright as dawn,
Aeris kept his aim,
Iragon’s spring-light split the dark,
and Vorgrath answered rage with flame.

[Verse 3]
Fourteen meals from the dead men’s packs,
two scrolls wrapped dry in thread,
a halfling breathing beneath pale wax,
and a journal by the dead.

Thalen wrote, “The path is bait,
the drow have marked the thread.
And if you see two shapes too late,
you’re already dead.”

[Final Chorus]
There’s breath beneath the earth,
there’s hunger in the stone,
there’s a road made out of spider silk
where no one walks alone.

The webs know when you’re bleeding,
the dark knows what you’re worth,
and every prayer goes silent
in the breath beneath the earth.

[Outro]
Breathe low, stone below,
no sun remembers where we go.
Two shapes move where no lights burn,
and still the path waits for our return.