Rotworm Cave

[Intro] Torch light low… backpack full… rookgaard days forever. [Verse 1] Down beneath the desert sand, where every noob became a man. One rope, one shovel, little hope… walking into Rotworm holes. Brown backpacks and low supplies, healing with the weakest pots. Every tunnel looked the same… still we went there every day. One wrong step and poison hits, suddenly your screen turns green. Level twenty feeling strong… till three worms come from the dark. [Pre-Chorus] No teamhunt. No shortcuts. Just you against the cave. [Chorus] Rotworm cave, childhood place. Everybody knows that maze. Wrong turns, low cap, full panic when the torch turns black. One more level, one more run… back when Tibia felt huge to us. Rotworm cave… still inside our heads somehow. [Verse 2] Somebody training near the wall, somebody yelling “heal pls.” Looting gold like it was rare, feeling rich with one CC. Every backpack full of meat, every trip felt dangerous. No wiki open on second screen… just pure confusion and adventure. Minimap completely useless, every tunnel looking cursed. Still somehow we learned the paths… after dying fifty times. [Bridge] Funny thing about Rotworms… they were never really hard. We were just young enough to think they were. [Breakdown] Low health. No mana. No idea where the rope hole was. Poison ticking. Torch gone dark. Somebody already accepted death. One more worm from out the corner… heart rate instantly exploding. [Final Chorus] Rotworm cave, childhood place. Every oldschool player stayed a little longer than they should… inside those tunnels underground. One more level, one more run… back when every hunt felt dangerous. And somehow after all these years… we still remember Rotworms. [Outro] Torch fading… poison ticking… rope hole nowhere near in sight… …and somehow those were the best days.