[intro, chorus]
We mine for ore, we just want more,
we keep on digging, below this floor.
We’re out of patience, no time for lore,
so quit lamenting, don’t be a bore.
[verse1]
Ore, ore, we just want more,
we keep on digging, below this floor.
The rocks they groan, the picks they bite,
we’ll mine through day, we’ll forge through night.
[verse2]
No time for books unless they burn,
to molten steel our hearts will turn.
The anvils sing, the bellows roar,
our veins are fire, our blood is ore.
[chorus]
Swing the pick and strike the flame,
forge the steel and stake our claim.
Stone and smoke, we live, we die,
under the mountain, the sparks will fly.
[outro]
Yes swing it hard and find each vein,
to fill our quota is our aim.
With gold and gems our halls shine bright,
under the mountain, it’s never night.