In a basement cold and dark
Where a boy begins his arc
Fifteen years and countless runs
Monsters faced, and demons shunned
Through the tears and haunted halls
In the depths, I heed the calls
Eighty-one percent, I strive
In this dungeon, I come alive
Rooms with secrets, hearts on sleeves
A Polaroid that never leaves
Blue womb depths and greed-greed's harsh smile
I've tread the floors, mile by mile
Through the tears and haunted halls
In the depths, I heed the calls
Eighty-one percent, I strive
In this dungeon, I come alive
From the basement to the chest
With the D6, I'll face the test
Binding hopes and fears alike
In this journey, day and night
Through the tears and haunted halls
In the depths, I heed the calls
Eighty-one percent, I strive
In this dungeon, I come alive
In the maze of trials found
Every loss and every crown
I've grown stronger, I've survived
Eighty-one percent, I'm revived