[Intro] Beneath the brewery Beneath the rot An eye never closed [Verse 1] Deep in the guts of wood and iron chained Where rot and alchemy have long been drained The distillery groans, half cursed, half named Every breath tastes fermented and stained Copper veins drip with a feverish sweat Old pipes whisper what they can't forget Sacks of hops laid out like corpses set To rot where no sun has ever met [Verse 2] Lanterns swing like hanging dead eyes Casting patterns of warped disguise Footsteps sink through the floorboards' lies Spilled beer hides what the dark implies The party moves through a slanted hall Listening close for a hidden call Every drip sounds like a body fall Into something waiting beneath it all [Verse 3] A giant vat hums low and wide Like a beast with lungs trapped inside Pressure swelling, nowhere to hide Living pulse in the cellar's side The cleric pauses. The air grows thick Half formed prayer turns sharp and quick Then the walls themselves begin to tick A heartbeat counting the final click [Chorus] Oh in the dark foam, death learns to sing Between the bubbles and the suffering Oh in the dark foam, the old vats cling To secrets too rotten for anything Fire is a promise, sharp and bright But promises burn on a night like this night [Verse 4] The largest vat begins to scream Splits apart at the rusted seam Wood explodes in a boiling stream Alcohol mist and shattered beam Then from the wreckage rises slow Floating horror from below Covered in eyes with a sickly glow Watching all with ancient woe [Verse 5] Teeth like knives in a massive grin Tyrant crowned in writhing skin Madness stirs deep within The gaze that crawls beneath your skin Smaller eyes begin to flare Casting curses through the air Every soul can feel despair Unseen fingers in their hair [Verse 6] Cleric steps one inch too near Shield held high against rising fear One green eye turns crystal clear And death itself suddenly appears Silent beam of emerald light Cuts through the alcohol thick night No heat. No flame. No chance to fight Only annihilation bright [Verse 7] No scream survives. No final word No trace remains of what once stirred Armor crashes in a hollow blur Ash drifts softly through the air Holy symbol spins and sinks Beer soaked boards and broken links Every survivor freezes and thinks Too late. Too late. At the edge of the brink. [Chorus] Oh in the dark foam, death learns to sing Silence is louder than anything Oh in the dark foam, the old vats cling To secrets too rotten for anything [Verse 8] Now panic blooms in fractured breath Each heartbeat marching closer to death No healer left to bargain with fate Only steel and desperate hate Beholder drifts above the vats King of rot and broken stats Marking targets where each soul stands As if the room obeys his commands [Verse 9] Beam of frost. A burst of fear. Madness whispers in every ear Every movement becomes unclear Beneath the tyrant floating near Central eye devours the light Drowns all magic into the night Turns every hopeful fight Into terror at the edge of sight [Verse 10] Ground betrays each rushing foot Slippery black with fermented soot Broken barrels spill their flood On sparks that hunger for blood One stray flame. One careless war. Cellar becomes a furnace roar Explosion shakes the beam and floor Destroys what stood here before [Verse 11] Distillery groans alive Some great beast that survived Whispers through the smoke filled stone You are not leaving here alone [Bridge] No more prayers. No guiding hand. Only survival, sharp and planned. Blood and foam stain every hand Where once there was a safer land. Grief becomes a sharpened blade Forged in the price that must be paid Every second slowly fades Into the trap the darkness made [Chorus] Oh in the dark foam, death learns to sing Every shadow remembers everything Oh in the dark foam, nothing will bring Back what was lost in the suffering Still they stand where the fallen fell Alcohol mist and burning hell Carve a story they'll never tell In shattered steel and broken spell [Outro] When silence finally claims the room Embers choke the edge of doom Something remains beneath the gloom A sigil carved beside a tomb Coded truth in soaked black ink Where necromantic empires link The living world to a rotten brink And somewhere deep below the brink Another eye Begins To blink The vats are empty now But the eye is still dreaming