Verse 1 (chant) Scraps and shadow, street and flame, We wear your scorn, we spit your name. Kings in their towers, fat with lies, We hunt the Wyrm where the gutter hides. Chorus (pack call) We survive! We endure! Bone and blood! Fangs are sure! Verse 2 We eat the rot, we take the pain, Still we rise, again and again. The rat’s our brother, the lost our kin, Mock us, curse us — we still win. Chorus (pack call) We survive! We endure! Bone and blood! Fangs are sure! Bridge (howl, layered voices) No crown, no throne, no master’s chain, Our rage is gutter, our strength is pain. We are the wolves you cannot starve, The Gnawer’s hunger carves and carves. Final Chant We survive! We endure! Bone Gnawers rising! The streets are sure!
