In the golden light of the morning sun the fires still glow gold
With the fury of greed on the hills now dowsed in red and gold
Now as the corpses lay still and cold with the lust for gold expelled from their souls
And slowly as the final fall with the greed of gold still burning deep within their souls
For now the battle has dulled and the gold now darken by the blood of those who fell in their lust for gold.