Timber creaks, dust falls
The mine speaks, destiny calls
A tremor, can\'t tell, me or the ground
Glimmer of hell, Oh God what a sound
A rifle shot, the roll of thunder
Suddenly caught, from a blunder down under
A door locks, too black for clues
Teeth of rocks, grinds and chews
Beams split, a gagging plume
Boulders hit, rumbling doom
The mouth closes, its throat swallows
Hope dozes, panic follows
Now in the gut of the beast
Air is cut, all noise ceased
All is dark, so black
Angels won\'t hark, no coming back