Born underground, suckled from a teat of stone Raised in the dark, the safety of our mountain home Skin made of iron, steel in our bones To dig and dig makes us free Come on brothers sing with me!
You dig in for that desperate last stand and make sure your trench is deep enough to pitfall your enemies, whilst you fight off the horde of enemies with your mates, you win the fight as the sole survivor, but now you're mortally wounded and slowly bleed out into the snow alone.
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