All rights reserved. Copyright © 2026 suno.com/@asukachatmusic I step ahead, shield raised high, I face the dark, I do not hide. The rune is warm, the air is tight, I press the mark and start the fight. Trap on the left, wall on the right, That thing just moved, I swear it might! I said “hold up,” you said “go on,” Now the floor is breathing, I was not wrong! That symbol’s older than this stone, It feeds on fear, it feeds on bone. If you feel heat, do not flee, The spell is waking patiently. The dungeon stirs, the torches bend, This is where the plans all end— We touched the thing, we touched it bad, Best worst choice we’ve ever had. Roll your fate and stand your ground, Laugh while the walls come crashing down! Ceiling’s falling, floor is wet, I regret this! I regret this! Door is teeth and hall is eyes, Why is everything alive?! Hold the line, I will not move, Even if the ground disapproves. Shield is cracked, my arms are sore, I’ve stood like this in hell before. I fold the spell and shape the thread, This ends in fire, or ends us dead. Stand still now, breathe, obey— The magic listens when you stay. The dungeon waits. The world holds still. Roll. We touched the thing, no turning back, Heroes break, but we still act. Blades are dull and spells are thin, But somehow, still, we’re standing in. The stone exhales. So do we.
