The miner digs through chaos and flame,
Chasing the gold, a hard-fought claim.
Each wave a test, each strike precise,
Survival’s forge demands its price.

Through tanks and hordes, the miner stands,
Gold in his sights, shovel in hand.
The clock runs out, the prize is won—
A miner’s work is never done.

The miner digs through chaos and flame, Chasing the gold, a hard-fought claim. Each wave a test, each strike precise, Survival’s forge demands its price. Through tanks and hordes, the miner stands, Gold in his sights, shovel in hand. The clock runs out, the prize is won— A miner’s work is never done.