Metametal

I don't want to Mine a second The icy bastion Is getting on my mental level Frozen forests The icy fortress Dying torches Metametal! Impaled hawk A token Just like all people in this place Were used and Got broken Banished to this frozen hell Aware of The vengeance Avoiding afterlife disgrace Collectives Burn corpses Then melt the metal on our graves Worn out workers Dragging their limbs Frost fervescent water shivers Candle lights the tower Neat slim figure, who is there? The frost bites on your skin Is what you can endure But wounds inside you Are the ones that won't get cure And this is what you get To the grave from cradle Grim old metametal