Pickaxe kissin' the mountain's bone Blood and sweat for a heart of stone Under the dirt, the legends slept Dreams of kings the Earth still kept The air was thick with molten skies Stars like embers in strangers' eyes Rivers of gold cut through the plains While greed still whispered our mortal names We found a diamond, burning cold A door of glass, a secret untold Stepped through the shimmer, lost control And gold turns to sand, and sand turns to gold We found a diamond, burning cold A door of glass, a secret untold Stepped through the shimmer, lost control And gold turns to sand, and sand turns to gold