Once There are tales
That are told
A thought came to be
I'll find our tribe
Some gold so they will
Be happy
Once I was thinking
'Bout gold
It was a poor tough life
Our Hearts are getting weaker
Dreaming one day
We get the riches
And no more we will suffer
For our meals
we are eating seeds
Or drinking bitter liquor
Never Rich
And some just starve
To keep this
Steady figure
Once I was Dreaming about gold
My brother told me
Don't go down to the mine
It will be risky
Once I was Dreaming about gold
I knew about the mine
Of all the dangers
Against me
So I started
Crafting sword
Prepared To Fight
The Zombies
An ore that is so shiny
Will always motivate me
Cause only those that really care
Will ever really worry
Once I was send to find gold
My Quest was foretold
I will go by
Morning sun Although I am lonely
Once I was send to find gold
Now Onward to my goal
Hope this want end
In failure
Even though
With worst equipment
I still fear no creeper
A Wooden Sword with me
At least in my favor
and if i don't make it
Back to home i hope they
Grant me honor
Once i was mining for gold
My story got told
I was taking almost everything i saw before me
Once i was mining for gold
Soon i will be hoarding these gold
Past through the stronghold
I have travelled under the mine and no more roaming
Soon i will be hoarding these gold
Time to
Build up
A New life
Brother is excited to see me
Now we can make up a new home
And i can tell them stories
All of my tribe are with me
Time to feel a life so pretty
All these tracks that i left behind
Maybe rich i feel worried
Soon we will be trading this gold
Walls to protect everyone
Remember life and now our life
Becomes a safer one
But some mobs felt the envy
Cause our tribe
Was so poor once
I hope my village
Will survive
When the mobs
START THEIR HUNT!
Soon they will be
Stealing our gold
With their undead hearts so cold
and we dont have a lot of weapons for an army
Soon they will be
Stealing our gold
Soon they will be
Stealing our gold
BODIES!
Drop down to the cold and I can save my tribe
from this raid i am so sorry
Soon they will be
Stealing our gold
Once i was mining for gold
A thought came to be
I'll find our tribe
Some gold so they will
Be happy
Once i was mining for gold
Once i was mining for gold