The Merchant of Bones

I am known by many names

Down here in the absence of light

No sun nor heat ever worms

Its way into our frozen cave

These mines run deep

Squalid, narrow and damp

To those above ground

I'm known as the foreman

Without the merchant of bones

Where would we be?

Where would we be?

Where would we be?

Tormented minds of the mine

Tormented minds of the mine