The Winds They Called The Dungeon Shaker

In the depths of the underground
Through the nurseries of real metal sound
Governing the molten core
No more slavery anymore
THE WINDS! THEY CALLED — THE DUNGEON SHAKER
THE WINDS! THEY CALLED — THE DUNGEON SHAKER
We are older and wiser (and) the underground thrives
(but) posers are the same with their metal lies
In a seance of insanity with maniacal screams
Does your metal knows what metal really means?
THE WINDS! THEY CALLED — THE DUNGEON SHAKER
THE WINDS! THEY CALLED — THE DUNGEON SHAKER
To the Bone!!!