Hard Diamonds

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