Text: Murder by Death. In Bocca al Lupo. Dynamite Mine.

In Dynamite Mine your hour will come
In a shower of stones, steel beams
They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall
Find you buried among the debris

When they search for you, the dogs will sniff him out
From a torn peace of his shirt
They'll bound down the path with lust on their breath
Find you under a patch of fresh dirt

Son, cover your ears
Lord, how the blast will ring
And when that rumbling shakes the walls
You can hear that devil sing

You cut off the past and buried him here
Deep in the belly of the mines
Blasted a wall, sealed the tomb
And lived out those short days secure in your crime

Many years have passed but still we trudge on
So we will till the end of our days
Many have come and many have gone
But there's one who never strays from this place

Son, cover your ears
Lord, how the blast will ring
And when that rumbling shakes the walls
You can hear that devil sing

Son, cover your ears
Lord, how the blast will ring
And when that rumbling shakes the walls
You can hear that devil sing