[Intro] Below the stone, beneath the rain, I hear the old world speak my name. Past rusted gates and butchered prayer, I keep on going, still I dare. The air is sick, the hallways breathe, The floor remembers what it feeds. Each step I take makes sense grow small, But something deeper wants it all. [Verse] I came for truth, or came for bread, Or chased a promise through the dread. It hardly matters why I came, The dark will strip us just the same. The guards are bent, the priests are wild, The pit devours the meek and mild. A saint can rot, a knight can crawl, And fear is waiting for us all. [Pre-Chorus] So if the gods have turned away, Why do their marks still stain the clay? If every road is bought with pain, Why do we walk it all again? [Chorus] Fear and hunger, bone and rust, Every vow is ground to dust. Still I drag my heart below, Where the roots of sorrow grow. Fear and hunger, cold and red, Living hands among the dead. If the world was built to break, Then break is what the world will make. [Verse] A yellow fate, a child in chains, A mother’s plot in blood remains. The old ones fade, yet never fade, Their breath still lingers in the shade. In Ma’habre the silence stares, Through empty courts and rotten heirs. The ones who climbed to seize the sky Still learned that gods can also lie. [Pre-Chorus] And every answer leaves a scar, No matter who you think you are. To beg, to rule, to kneel, to run, The cost is paid by everyone. [Chorus] Fear and hunger, mouth and grave, No one here is born to save. Still I drag my heart below, Past the pits no saints would know. Fear and hunger, mud and chain, Every lesson speaks in pain. When the world has lost its nerve, It gives you only what you serve. [Verse] I’ve seen men chase a godhead seat, Then lose themselves beneath its feet. I’ve seen the wise refuse the prize, And live too long with sharpened eyes. I’ve seen the moon bend feast to doom, Turn rail and street to living tomb. I’ve seen old empires split and kneel, And still the wound refused to heal. [Pre-Chorus] So maybe mercy dies down here, Or maybe mercy looks like fear. Maybe the dark does not just take, Maybe it asks what we can make. [Chorus] Fear and hunger, womb and knife, Rot can still give birth to life. Still I drag my heart below, To the bedrock far under woe. Fear and hunger, ash and seed, Misery can still be creed. If a cruel age must begin, Then something new may rise within. [Bridge] No golden dawn is waiting here, No gentle hand, no ending near. Just flesh and filth and ancient will, The kind that lingers, patient, still. Yet in the pit where hope looks dead, A different future may be fed. Not pure, not kind, not free of cost, But born from all the world had lost. So let the mighty choke on gold, Let prophets rot, let kings grow old. The dark remembers every plea, And shapes what comes from agony. [Chorus] Fear and hunger, blood and birth, Sorrow remakes all the earth. Still I drag my heart below, Though I know I won’t go home. Fear and hunger, end and start, Dungeon walls around my heart. If the gods won’t claim this land, Then grief itself will take command. Fear and hunger, old and new, What it takes, it also grew. I went down one soul, one name, And nothing rising stays the same. [Outro] Below the stone, beneath the rain, The old world spoke and spoke again. I went too far to still be whole, But something answered in the hole. Not peace, not joy, not mercy won, Just what begins when all is done.
