Metametal Songtext
von isoscope

I don′t want to
Mine a second
The icy bastion
Is getting on my mental level
Frozen forests
The icy fortress
Dying torches
Metametal!


Impaled hawk
A token
Just like all people in this place
Were used and
Got broken
Banished to this frozen hell
Aware of
The vengeance
Avoiding afterlife disgrace
Collectives
Burn corpses
Then melt the metal on our graves

Worn out workers
Dragging their limbs
Frost fervescent water shivers
Candle lights the tower
Neat slim figure, who is there?

The frost bites on your skin
Is what you can endure
But wounds inside you
Are the ones that won't get cure

And this is what you get
To the grave from cradle
Grim old metametal