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
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Diamonds Of The Black Chest
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