Huntr/X In Poppy Playtime 5 (Demon Hunters Song)

Cold lights, cold halls, the Labs breathe low

Footsteps echo where the lost things go

My throat is a map of a secret I hide

Patterns like constellations under my skin tonight

Hold the line, don't let the dark decide

I'll rig the lights, make the shadows collide

We move like a heartbeat under glass

Sing soft, sing sharp, make the danger pass

Sing the Honmoon golden, break the static in the air

Turn the Poppy lullaby into a prayer

Through the Labs and the vents, through the gel and the glow

Rumi, Mira, Zoey - we won't let them go

Sing the Honmoon golden, hold the fragile light

Even when Huggy's coming, even in the night

I taste the echo of a voice that's not mine

A shadow hums the chorus of a darker time

Step by step, I'll be the shield at your side

Patch the GrabPack, pulse the wire, open the tide

We stitch the melody into the metal and bone

A chorus for the lost, a signal to bring them home

Giblet whispers maps, Chum's eyes watch and wait

Poppy's ghost in the speakers, calling through the gate

Sing the Honmoon golden, bend the circuits with our song

Turn the Prototype's silence into something strong

Across Sweet Street's fake clouds, past the tram and the train

We carry light in our voices, we carry through the pain

Sing the Honmoon golden, let the chorus fight

Even when the Prototype reaches, even in the night

If shame is a shadow, I'll sing it into shape

If fear is a tether, I'll cut it with a note I make

Your voice is a weapon, your breath is a key

I'll code the rhythm, you set the frequency

Huggy's footsteps, a heartbeat drum

Poppy's whisper, "Welcome home"

Bron's rumble, a distant hum

We sing louder, we won't be alone

Sing the Honmoon golden, let the Honmoon glow again

Mend the seams of the city, stitch the human and the friend

From the Labs to the Data Centre, from the vats to the sky

Rumi, Mira, Zoey - we sing so demons can't lie