Gas is spreading quietly
Lungs are filling up with dust
Roaring machines everywhere
Steel has begun to rust
Death will come unnoticed
The mates have no idea
Then someone lights a fire
A mistake that was feared
The patron saint has left
There is no coming back
A last ride
Into the underground
Into their own graves
Buried Underneath
No return
This place is their grave
No return
Luck's running out
The patron saint has left
There is no coming back
A last ride
Into the underground
Into their own graves
Buried Underneath
The adit's ways are blocked
It's like a devil's lair
Those, who're still alive
Are struggling for air
Coal and ash are soaked in blood
The fear of death: it rises
Charred faces, burning flesh
The end in front of their eyes
Yeah!
