| Since then he heard about the chest
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| He’s so wild he can’t get no rest
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| A million diamonds blinding his eyes
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| Brighter than fire but colder than ice
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| Sweat on his brow, greed burns his mind
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| Hands like claws his teeth always grind
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| Soaked by sweat he wakes up and screams
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| «Oh, no, it was only a dream»
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| Diamonds, diamonds
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| Diamonds of the black chest
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| Years and years he sought that chest
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| He runs most every risk the man’s obsessed
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| For too many years he’s roamed all the lands
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| To feel the diamonds in his hands
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| He find the hallow spot, breaking its lock
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| He opens the gate which is carved of rock
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| Finding the chest he exults and screams
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| «Oh, yeah, it’s no dream»
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| Diamonds, diamonds
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| Diamonds of the black chest
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| He holds out his hands and he touches the chest
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| He breaks its seals, he disturbs its rest
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| Curious and slow he opens the lid
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| He stares over the edge, what he sees he can’t grip
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| No diamonds but he sees own face
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| A possessed wreck with an empty gaze
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| Thrilled by madness he’s dying in pain
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| «No dream, he’s insane»
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| Diamonds, diamonds
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| Diamonds of the black chest |