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

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