Evil men defeated by mankind
Satan's knights shall leave this world behind
Wizards of destruction set their plan
Escape into the core under this land
They travel on - Down into the Earth
They travel on - Down into the Earth
Building flight machines from cosmic folds
Stellar war technology they stole
Carving through the ice into the Earth
Waffen monsters agonizing birth
They travel on - Down into the Earth
They travel on - Down into the Earth
Down into the darkness their disks of silver glide
Carrying the messengers of doom
Cast out kings of hatred and Aryan royal
Look to find new life within this tomb
Silently they fall into the shadows down below
Looking for a new home for their kind
Working in the darkness, their cities slowly rise
Of steel and subterranean design
Watching and learning, silently burning
Hate and revenge in their minds
Resurrection, thought detection
Science of devil's design
Waiting, watching
Biding the turn of the days
Gears of destruction silently turning
Rising them up from the grave
Blood it is the soil of the madmen down below
Blood it is the soil of their birth
Burning through their veins as the madness slowly grows
Running Down, running down into the Earth
Down Into the Earth
Satan's knights shall leave this world behind
Wizards of destruction set their plan
Escape into the core under this land
They travel on - Down into the Earth
They travel on - Down into the Earth
Building flight machines from cosmic folds
Stellar war technology they stole
Carving through the ice into the Earth
Waffen monsters agonizing birth
They travel on - Down into the Earth
They travel on - Down into the Earth
Down into the darkness their disks of silver glide
Carrying the messengers of doom
Cast out kings of hatred and Aryan royal
Look to find new life within this tomb
Silently they fall into the shadows down below
Looking for a new home for their kind
Working in the darkness, their cities slowly rise
Of steel and subterranean design
Watching and learning, silently burning
Hate and revenge in their minds
Resurrection, thought detection
Science of devil's design
Waiting, watching
Biding the turn of the days
Gears of destruction silently turning
Rising them up from the grave
Blood it is the soil of the madmen down below
Blood it is the soil of their birth
Burning through their veins as the madness slowly grows
Running Down, running down into the Earth
Down Into the Earth