Text: Wizard. Goochan. Black Worms.

Created by a bad character ?
Something was born ? it shouldn?t have.
Against nature, against all life.
Balthasar laughs and releases them.

Deep in the underground of time
Looking for vengeance and might
Violent flesh, demons of modern times.
No chance for a hereafter.

The metal of dominion is their aim.
To be found at the heart of the Earth.
The way is long, their power?s destructive.
Mother Earth begins to die.

Like maggots in rotten meat
They trawl the Earth.
There is no protection, no end in sight.
Balthasar?s triumph is near.

[Bridge:]
Creeping and Crawling
Collecting and digging
Wherever they roam
Time stands still
Nature cries
Mother Earth dies
The grave of us all.......

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