Verse:
Hands in soil, we build, we break;
Through ash and steam, for progress’ sake.
The earth beneath, our cradle, grave;
We toil as fools, we toil as brave.

Smoke in our lungs, the red breath sings;
A price we pay for fleeting things.
Steel, wood, stone, we shape and burn;
From dirt we came, to dirt return.

Chorus:
We are the sprogs of dust and pain;
Bound to the soil, the blood, the chains.
Through sweat and fire, rise and fall;
The earth will take us, it takes all.

Verse:
Dreams in the dark, the Amber calls;
A fleeting glow through city walls.
Its grip is sweet, its sting is near;
We chase the stars, then drown in fear.

Towers rise and shadows loom;
Above the poor, their silent tomb.
The broken climb, the strong remain;
The wheel keeps turning, bound by pain.

Chorus:
We are the sprogs of dust and pain;
Bound to the soil, the blood, the chains.
Through sweat and fire, rise and fall;
The earth will take us, it takes all.

Bridge:
Stone on stone, the grind won’t cease;
Our hearts are heavy, long for peace.
Yet in the dirt, our roots run deep;
A world we sow, a world we reap.

Chorus:
We are the sprogs of dust and pain;
Bound to the soil, the blood, the chains.
Through sweat and fire, rise and fall;
The earth will take us, it takes all.