In dynamite mine your hour will come   In a shower of stone and steel beams   They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall   Find you buried among the debris      When they search for you the dogs will sniff him out   From a torn piece of shirt    They'll bound down the path with lust aon their breath   Find you under a patch of fresh dirt      Son, cover your ears   Lord how the blast will ring   And when a rumbling shakes the walls   You can hear that devil sing      You cut off the past and buried him here   Deep in the belly of the mines   Blasted a wall to seal the tomb   And lived out those short days secure in your crime      Many years have passed but still we trudge on   So we will to the end of our days   Many have come and many have gone   But there's one who never strays from this place.      Son, cover your ears   Lord how the blast will ring   And when a rumbling shakes the walls   You can hear that devil sing      Son, cover your ears   Lord how the blast will ring   And when a rumbling shakes the walls   You can hear that devil sing