Created by a bad character Something was born it shouldn't have. Against nature, against all life. Balthasar laughs and releases them. Deep in the underground of time Looking for vengeance and might Violent flesh, demons of modern times. No chance for a hereafter. The metal of dominion is their aim. To be found at the heart of the Earth. The way is long, their power's destructive. Mother Earth begins to die. Like maggots in rotten meat They trawl the Earth. There is no protection, no end in sight. Balthasar's triumph is near. [Bridge:] Creeping and Crawling Collecting and digging Wherever they roam Time stands still Nature cries Mother Earth dies The grave of us all....... [Refrain:]