Underfoot

[Verse 1]
Boot to mud—
mud to bone—
marching where the dead have grown.
Orders cut through morning frost:
Hold the line. Count the cost.
Ground was still—
then it stirred—
not a quake…
a living word.

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel it crawl through heel and toe—
this is something we don’t know.

[Chorus]
UNDERFOOT—IT BREAKS OUR SPINE,
EARTH TURNS TEETH AND SWALLOWS LINE,
NO RETREAT AND NO COMMAND,
WE ARE FEEDING SOMETHING GRAND.
IRON DRAKES AND FIRE RAIN—
STILL THE SOIL IGNITES THE PAIN,
WE CAME HUNTING—NOW WE SEE:
THE LAND IS HUNTING ME.

[Verse 2]
Iron drakes in ash and flame,
shot and shell—they stay the same.
Rounds bounce off like whispered lies,
smoke and blood and blinded eyes.
Private Mercer—dragged below,
roots that twist and never slow,
screaming cut to choking dirt—
no grave left to mark the hurt.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every step a loaded grave—
every breath we cannot save.

[Chorus]
UNDERFOOT—IT TAKES OUR NAME,
BURNS IT DOWN WITHOUT A FLAME,
NO SKY LEFT THAT ISN’T WAR,
LINDWORMS TEAR THE HEAVENS’ DOOR.
AIRSHIPS BREAK LIKE FALLING STARS—
MEN REDUCED TO SCATTERED SCARS,
WE CAME HUNTING—NOW WE SEE:
THE LAND IS HUNTING ME.

[Verse 3]
Whitlock shouting, “Hold the ground!”
Ground replied without a sound,
rifles jammed with creeping clay,
maps all turned the other way.
Blackhand said, “It knows our tread—
counts the living, counts the dead,”
Finch just stared and dropped his gun—
couldn’t tell what we’d become.

[Pre-Chorus (NEW)]
Every step it learns our weight—
every heartbeat seals our fate.

[Chorus]
UNDERFOOT—IT CALLS US IN,
NOT WITH VOICE BUT THROUGH OUR SKIN,
LINES ARE GONE AND NAMES ERASED,
WE ARE SWALLOWED, WE REPLACED.
NO MORE EAST OR WEST TO RUN,
ONLY WHAT WE STAND UPON,
WE CAME HUNTING—NOW WE SEE:
WE ARE WHERE IT WANTS TO BE.

[Breakdown]
Don’t—
stand—
still.
Don’t—
look—
down.
It knows your weight.
It knows your sound.

[Bridge]
Wings eclipse the dying light,
coils above us, endless night,
captain screaming, cables snap—
fire falls into the trap.
Through the smoke a shape remains—
not just flesh and not just flame,
every root and every stone—
this is something not alone.

[Final Chorus]
UNDERFOOT—NO GOD, NO KING,
JUST THE MOUTH OF EVERYTHING,
STEP BY STEP WE DISAPPEAR,
FEED THE DARKNESS, FEED THE FEAR.
CALL OUR NAMES—THEY WON’T RETURN,
NOTHING LEFT FOR US TO BURN,
WE CAME HUNTING—NOW WE SEE:
WE ARE WHAT IT MEANT TO BE.

[Outro]
Boot to mud—
mud to bone—
We were never
marching alone.

Slow doom metal, male vox, crushing guitars, bass, drums, ambient drones, war chants, dark cinematic atmosphere