Hrrrmmm-vrrr-kling... Hör du hur det knackar i berget? They are listening... they are calculating... The humans dig deep with their iron and greed Blind to the shadows and deaf to the need But under your boot, where the lantern goes cold An ancient companion is taking a hold The Bergtussar wake when machinery dies With scrap-metal teeth and with soot in their eyes They traded their moss for the grease and the steam— Now folklore is running your corporate machine! (Klang!) They harbor no mercy, they follow no law Just grinning in silence at every flaw Your missing old wrench and your dynamo spark Become blasting-cap fuel for the kings of the dark! (Heh-heh-haaah!) Gruvtussar dancing! The clockwork will spin! Underjordiska! Let the chaos begin! They dismantle the tracks, they unravel the wire And turn all your structures to fuel for their fire They build from the wreckage of copper and lead An army of scrap for the days up ahead Once tussar of stone, now they're goblins of chrome! With nitro and gears in their underground home Goblins from the pits, with their tin-can bones! Forging their kingdom beneath hollowed stones! (De smider i mörkret...) (Det piper... det tickar...) They tighten the valves. They overload the core. They're blasting the ceiling right down to the floor! Gruvtussar dancing! The kingdom will fall! The soot and the shrapnel will swallow you all! (Heh-heh-heh...)
