Across the wild and windy moor
A hunter dreams of golden ore
With a map inked in mystic signs
He searches where the sun declines
Through ancient woods and river bends
His quest for treasure never ends
Beneath the roots of mountains old
He seeks the shine, the glint of gold
Oh, to roam where rivers flow with gold
Under stars that guide the bold
Chasing whispers, chasing signs
In the earth where darkness shines
He digs by day, he dreams by night
Of vaults unseen by mortal sight
Each shovel's turn, each stone's upheave
Brings him closer to what he believes
But riches often come with tales
Of greed that sways and never fails
Will he find his golden lot
Or lose his soul to a cursed plot
Oh, to roam where rivers flow with gold
Under stars that guide the bold
Chasing whispers, chasing signs
In the earth where darkness shines