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After the spirit of the living ghosts

And all the treasures that their bodies host

Their bloodless vessel it will never die

Still it screams when it is skinned alive

Make them diamonds, bring me gold

And all the treasures that their bodies hold

I've come to take away your lucky bones

Worth far more than any precious stones

Make them diamonds, bring me gold...

Invisible spirit thinner than air

I still seek to find you there

Limbless inhuman you know my name

And all the reasons for which I have came

And when given to the land

Ashes ground into the sand

Splinters piercing through the crust

Spreading thinly to the dust

I am blinded in the dead of night

Yet with your eyes I'm given second sight

With just a portion of a curing limb

I'll find the fortune hidden in your skin

Just like precious stones... are your lucky bones...