[Verse] A city of brass where great clockworks scream, The sweat and the grime, the blood and the steam, Pronterra, Pronterra, grinds down our dreams [Verse] Boyars on high swill the sweat of our brow, When the whistle blows, you get down and bow. But better here, than outside in the ice. A frostbitten corpse, or clockwork device. Oh, and the wheels keep grinding on. [Chorus] But somewhere within, Amrala Kell hides, In chains of sorrow, that choke out her light, Celestial princess, the hand of the, sun, Set her free and see this machine undone. Pronterra (Woah-oh) [Verse] Tunnels below fill with man-eating slime, Creeping up to us as machines eat our time, While zombies on dragons burn up the sky, Better slave in here than cast out to die. [Verse] The walls go up high, the climb's never done, It's almost high noon before we see the sun, With spindle below we puncture the Earth, Sapping her soul, for all that we're worth Oh, and the wheels keep grinding on. [Chorus] But somewhere within, Amrala Kell hides, In chains of sorrow, that choke out her light, Celestial princess, the hand of the, sun, Set her free and see this machine undone. Pronterra (Woah-oh) Oh... Free the princess now Oh... Break the demon sound And the wheel keeps grinding on... And the wheel keeps grinding on. [Verse] Burning the life force to keep back the cold, Greasing the gears, 'til we're broken and old, Working those machines until the day we die, Wish we could ride the airships to the sky. [Chorus] But somewhere within, Amrala Kell hides, In chains of sorrow, that choke out her light, Celestial princess, the hand of the, sun, Set her free and see this machine undone. Pronterra (Woah-oh) (Save us) And the wheel keeps grinding on... And the wheel keeps grinding on.
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