Ragal Ironbull - Silver and Stone

Now they're waiting for me at the end of the line.
No way out, and there's no way back.
Just a cold black heart on a cold iron track.
The ceiling is falling, the darkness is calling.
Silver and stone, a heart made of lead.
Digging a grave for the living and dead.
Gold in the palm, but a curse on the soul.
The deeper I go, the more I lose control.
Yeah, the mountain's gonna take what I stole!
It's not enough, it's never enough.