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The Hungry Dark | When you're at a tavern, preparing to enter a dungeon and someone overhears...

Lyrics: In the lantern’s trembling glow, we crossed the threshold stone, Five bold hearts with eager steps toward secrets yet unknown. The halls were carved in ages lost, with runes of faded gold, And every whispered breath we heard felt ancient, deep, and cold. But the torchlight bent like water, And the walls began to seethe… Turn back, ye wanderers, turn back while still ye can— The dungeon shifts beneath your feet, it heeds no mortal plan. For doors will move like phantoms, and halls will twist anew, And those who walk in laughing may not return with you. We marked the path with chalk and twine, with iron nails and thread, Yet every sign we left behind was elsewhere moved instead. A staircase rose where none had been, a corridor was gone, And though we swore we walked straight through, the night grew ever long. Then the shadows learned our footsteps, And they whispered each our names… Turn back, ye wanderers, turn back while still ye can— The dungeon shifts beneath your feet, it heeds no mortal plan. For doors will move like phantoms, and halls will twist anew, And those who walk in laughing may not return with you. First went Grom the shield‑bearer, swallowed by a turning stair, Then Kaela vanished screaming as the ceiling split the air. Old Tordal prayed to gods of light, but none would heed his cry, And when the floor gave way beneath, he fell without goodbye. Still the maze grew ever hungry, And it learned the taste of fear… Turn back, ye wanderers, turn back while still ye can— The dungeon shifts beneath your feet, it heeds no mortal plan. For doors will move like phantoms, and halls will twist anew, And those who walk in laughing may not return with you. Now only I remain to speak, the last to flee its jaws, My mind a fraying tapestry of half‑remembered laws. The walls still twist behind my eyes, the echoes never cease, And though I stand beneath the sun, I know I'll find no peace. Hear me, fools of fortune, Hear the ruin in my breath— The dungeon is no place of stone, But a living, waiting death. Turn back, ye wanderers—turn back, turn back, I plead! The dungeon drinks the souls of those who dare to brave its greed. Its halls will hunt your heartbeat, its doors will feast on you, And none who enter laughing shall ever make it through. Genres: #music #rpgmusic #dungeonsanddragons #fantasymusic #medievalmusic #dungeonsanddragonsmusic #backgroundmusic #folkmusic ========================== Music and lyrics copyrighted 2025. Video made with vizzy.io