Broodmother: The Beginning

(Verse 1) You press me down with claw and bone, Claiming me as your new throne, You loom above, all shadowed dread, Where mortals see stone, we see bed. Sweet king, keeper of the gate, This fantasy just won’t abate, No mercy in your monstrous sway, So make me give in, make me say: (Chorus) Guard me while the night takes hold, Sac by sac watch them unfold, Brute force, sheer dominance, A brood-mothers consequence. The cocoon thickens, vein-strung tight, Beneath your ever ruthless might, Heat breeds power, cold breeds strife, Cold king, carve our afterlife. (Verse 2) See them writhe, translucent, stark, Ears like blades cutting the dark, That tiny spine already curves, Bat-wings pressed where darkness swerves. Tails lash like serpents, half-unfurled, Our dread cathedral shakes the world, Milk-white skulls against the gloom, The hatchlings sing their doom-song soon. (Chorus) Guard me while the night takes hold, Sac by sac watch them unfold, Brute force, sheer dominance, A brood-mothers consequence. The cocoon thickens, vein-strung tight, Beneath your ever ruthless might, Heat breeds power, cold breeds strife, Cold king, carve our afterlife. (Verse 3) Fleshy thuds, another thread, Hung beside the nascent dread, Translucent casings split and strain, Newborn hunger shakes the chain. Tiny fangs pierce midnight's veil, Exquisite horror, pale and frail, Will we let them hatch as queens? Or foes? Warmer whispers, frostbite throes. (Chorus) Guard me while the night takes hold, Sac by sac watch them unfold, Brute force, sheer dominance, A brood-mothers consequence. The cocoon thickens, vein-strung tight, Beneath your ever ruthless might, Heat breeds power, cold breeds strife, Cold king, carve our afterlife. (Outro) The king feasts last, as his brood eats, Sweet whispers turn to razor shrieks, Hatchling calls, then silence falls, As darkness swallows dungeon walls. When they leave, we start anew, Darkness breeds another brood, My king prepare another clutch, Always wanting… not enough... [End]