In the depths of the underground Through the nurseries of real metal sound Governing the molten core No more slavery anymore The winds! They called, the dungeon shaker The winds! They called, the dungeon shaker We are older and wiser and the underground thrives but posers are the same with their metal lies In a seance of insanity with maniacal screams Does your metal knows what metal really means? The winds! They called, the dungeon shaker The winds! They called, the dungeon shaker To the bone!
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