There so deep in the torrid bowels of the earth
Are the beasts, the masters of earth, the Wyrm
Sleeping to restore, the waking hunger relentless
They will have colonized every dark empty space
And are the rulers of the earth, but without a throne
They endure as an endless curse upon our existence
There in the lava domes, the deepest caves
The oxygen is limited, there is a heavy sulfur stench
They sleep silently, in privacy, in dark realms of stone
In open air and sky, they can lift, maneuver and fly
Their will is inexorable, with an immutable rage
To humanity's perilous destiny the Wyrm persist
Unwilling to stop, and until resistance has ended
They will be our foe, until all of the human kind dies
