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Wrought from the rock that stands upon old
With heart of black and a stare that’s cold
Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul
‘Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll
Tempered in the flows of the mountain’s core
Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore
Shorn from the world ‘neath the blazing sun
Bound to the dark, for the light I shun
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (in hell I wait)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Succumb to the hate that corrupts your fate
Into the dark of an endless night
Where the pulse of the land offers no respite
In spite of the blood that was spilled before
You whet your blades, you thirst for more
Now kneel overdweller, your lord commands
There’s no salvation for the sons of man
The skies will tremble and the earth will quake
From the crumbling walls no one escapes
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (in hell I wait)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
I’ll drag you right down to the seventh gate
Wrought from the rock that stands upon old
With heart of black and a stare that’s cold
Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul
‘Fore the graves are dug and the death knells toll
Tempered in the flows of the mountain’s core
Where the rage runs red twixt shore and shore
Shorn from the world ‘neath the blazing sun
Bound to the dark, for the light I shun
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (in hell I wait)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Succumb to the hate that corrupts your fate
Into the dark of an endless night
Where the pulse of the land offers no respite
In spite of the blood that was spilled before
You whet your blades, you thirst for more
Now kneel overdweller, your lord commands
There’s no salvation for the sons of man
The skies will tremble and the earth will quake
From the crumbling walls no one escapes
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (in hell I wait)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
I’ll drag you right down to the seventh gate
