Born underground, Grown inside a rocky womb The earth is our cradle, The mountain shall become our tomb! Face us on the battlefield, You WILL meet your doom We do not fear what lies beneath, WE CAN NE-VER DIG TOO DEEP!
Bows in hands we guard the trees Shoot the loggers in the knees!
Born underground, Grown inside a rocky womb The earth is our cradle, The mountain shall become our tomb! Face us on the battlefield, You WILL meet your doom We do not fear what lies beneath, WE CAN NE-VER DIG TOO DEEP!