[Intro] / ambient subterranean water drips, echoing distant pickaxe, deep iron creak / rigid synthetic 16th-note bassline fades in, cold and dry / female French whisper, heavy tape delay Trois cents mètres sous terre... l'argent et les ténèbres... (Three hundred meters underground... silver and darkness...) [Verse 1] / harsh male baritone, dry and relentless delivery Three hundred meters down into the frozen granite floor Where daylight never penetrates the kingdom's iron door Christina’s deepest shaft illuminated by the flare Suffocating sulfur smoke hangs heavy in the air Fires crack the rock face with a brutal deafening sound Shattering the ancient ribs of solid underground The waterwheels are groaning as the heavy pumps engage A war against the underworld, an endless battle wage Prisoners and serfs descending down the rotten stairs Drowned beneath the mountain without sympathy or prayers The bitter air is burning skin, the frost bites from below Extracting royal riches where the toxic vapors blow [Pre-Chorus] #heavy metal kick slam #hammer strike Torches flickering against the icy rock and grime! Generations buried in the suffocating slime! #metal stomp #crescendo Pick and hammer striking hard against the silver vein! A monument to power carved in agony and pain! [Chorus] / aggressive male shout, full EBM sequence Sala silver! Deep into the stone! A subterranean hell where the miners stand alone! #metal stomp #hammer strike Three hundred meters down! The water starts to rise! Swallowed by the darkness where the frozen spirit dies! Silver for the crown! Poison in the lung! A brutal chapter of the north that never will be sung! [Post-Chorus] / cold female vocal, distant reverb, minimal beat L'argent pur... forgé dans le sang et la pierre... (Pure silver... forged in blood and stone...) #industrial strike #water splash The abyss awaits. [Verse 2] / harsh male baritone, tight sequence The horse-gin creaks and turns above the surface of the ground Pumping out the dark depths where no mercy can be found Tons of heavy ore pulled upward through the pitch-black hole Every bar of silver cost an unrecorded soul Crowns and royal coinage melted from the mountain’s vein Funded wars of conquest through the bitter cold and rain The fires die to ashes, but the shafts remain as deep A frozen water grave that only silent shadows keep Raise a glass in silence for the fallen of the mine Lost inside the darkness of the kingdom's grand design [Bridge] / beat strips back to solitary 16th bassline and distant metal clang / harsh male baritone, low spoken tone No sun above. Only the weight of the mountain. / female French whisper Trois cents mètres... silence éternel... (Three hundred meters... eternal silence...) #massive metal slam Strike the vein! [Chorus] / aggressive male shout, maximum drive and hammer strikes Sala silver! Deep into the stone! A subterranean hell where the miners stand alone! #metal stomp #hammer strike Three hundred meters down! The water starts to rise! Swallowed by the darkness where the frozen spirit dies! Silver for the crown! Poison in the lung! A brutal chapter of the north that never will be sung! [Outro] / beat slows down, heavy kick fades, echoing pump stroke fading into wet cave silence / female French whisper L'argent dort... sous la pierre froide... (The silver sleeps... beneath the cold stone...) #distant metal clang Shaft closed.
