This stone road leads to hell;
You'll find fire in the end.
You'll get a coughing spell
In that so lethal land.

Here you can find some gold,
But you can lose your head.
Being young you're old;
So you will soon be dead.

Wicked winter freezes your heart,
Gold attached your mind;
Your sweet home now is too far
So you will never find.

Golden stones, golden sand,
Gold is everywhere.
Gold is all that you defend
Even if you're dead.

Crazy thoughts you like to think
Are all about your gold.
The only sense you have is greed
'Cause gold has bought your soul.

You have lost your own way,
And now you lead to hell;
You don't suspect that you should pay
To make your heart feel well.