[Intro — whispered]

Hold your breath.
Feel the thread.
Something knows
where you tread.

One for hunger.
Two for mark.
Three small tugs
inside the dark.

[Verse 1]

The bridge was spun above the deep,
where blackness had no floor,
and every strand remembered feet
that never crossed before.

The goblins stopped. The silk went still.
No torch was raised to see.
Three little tremors crossed the web—
a hunter’s melody.

[Pre-Chorus]

Do not run.
Do not shout.
The path already knows your weight.

Do not turn.
Do not doubt.
Whatever comes has learned to wait.

[Chorus]

Three tugs in the dark,
three knocks beneath the stone,
the web has marked the living
and the dark has called them home.

Three tugs in the dark,
no warning from the stars,
only silk beneath our footsteps
and the memory of scars.

[Verse 2]

The ruined walls had shifted shape.
A breach was newly made.
The guides had passed three days before—
the stones had stood unchanged.

Then drow eyes opened in the gloom,
and quaggoths crossed the floor.
They called the fugitives their slaves
and reached to chain them once more.

Vorgrath answered axe with rage.
Iragon answered light.
Aeris bent the broken ground
and cast one from the height.

Dose drew death across his bow.
Nettle fed the flame.
Varang pulled the wounded back.
Edric cursed and aimed.

[Chorus]

Three tugs in the dark,
three knocks beneath the stone,
the web has marked the living
and the dark has called them home.

Three tugs in the dark,
the silk remembers all.
Every desperate step we take
is another hunter’s call.

[Verse 3]

At morning, two small beds lay cold.
No prints disturbed the dust.
Topsy gone, and Turvy too—
no trail the group could trust.

Only fur beside the bridge,
touched faintly by a spell,
and Sarith’s word that both were there
before the last foe fell.

Fargus woke with borrowed breath,
a bargain in his eyes:
a tomb ahead, a share of gold,
and roads beneath the lies.

[Bridge — quiet]

No tracks.
No cries.
No shape between the strands.

No blood.
No sign.
Just absence where they’d stand.

Perhaps they fled.
Perhaps they changed.
Perhaps the dark drew near.

The worst thing in the Underdark
is what you cannot hear.

[Final Chorus]

Three tugs in the dark,
three knocks beneath the stone,
the web has marked the living
and the dark has called them home.

Three tugs in the dark,
and still the party goes,
with hunger underneath their feet
and hunters no one knows.

[Outro — whispered]

Hold your breath.
Leave no mark.

One.
Two.
Three.

Something moves
inside the dark.