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Through the caverns, the caves, we roam,
Digging through stone to find our home,
The glow calls out like a siren’s song,
Drawing us closer, we know it’s wrong.
We’re like moths to a flame,
Like moths to a flame,
Oh, the lava’s warm, bright, inviting,
Like moths to the flame, to the flame.
To the flame, to the flame, to the flame.
See that glow around the bend,
Can’t resist what’s at the end.
We’re like moths to a flame,
Like moths to a flame,
Oh, the lava’s warm, bright, inviting,
Like moths to the flame, to the flame.
To the flame, to the flame, to the flame.
Every step a risk, every move a chance,
Mesmerized in a fiery trance,
Lava’s light flickers, shadows grow tall,
We’re too entranced to hear our own call.
We’re like moths to a flame,
Like moths to a flame,
Oh, the lava’s warm, bright, inviting,
Like moths to the flame, to the flame.
To the flame, to the flame, to the flame.
But still, we yearn for that molten glow,
A deadly beauty that we can’t let go.
For a moment’s warmth, we forget the pain,
We’re just miners, like moths to the flame.
Like moths to the flame, to the flame.
To the flame, to the flame, to the flame.