Born in shadow, bred in pain In tunnels deep beneath the brain A hiss, a scream, a mouth within Where flesh begins, and ends in sin Romulus — the world they lost Buried deep beneath the frost No gods, no kings, just fangs and shell A cradle built to birth you hell Spawn of the black — the hive remains With acid blood and broken chains No soul, no speech, no thoughts to track Just hunger, hate — and claws in black They made the queen, then ran in fear They left her there to disappear But silence does what fire can’t It grows beneath — it learns to chant Egg and drone, and breath like knives They sleep inside, they steal your lives And in the dark, beneath the stone You scream — and find you’re not alone Spawn of the black — Romulus calls Through every vent in metal halls It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t plead It finds your fear… and lets you bleed You thought the war was won and done You counted stars, but missed this one And now it grows, unseen, unslain With every death, it learns your name We are not gods, we are not right We built the flame, then fed the night And from that ash — the hive arose With silver teeth and silent throes Spawn of the black — they rise, they hunt Through bone and wire, fang and front No place to hide, no hope to bring You’re just a nest… for the perfect thing
