Run the glint of the blade to the grain on the ground
Find a beast to defeat and get used to the sound
May the thatch on the roof keep us in from the cold
When we give ourselves up to adventure and gold
Though we may disappear by the end of the fray
It's a village of riches that gets built this way
Like the leaves of a tree growing centuries old
Each of us rides the wind to adventure and gold
Should we toil in the fields or be dragged into hell
Though our lives may be short, we know we're eating well
It's just the way we are, nasty, hungry, and bold
So we give ourselves up to adventure and gold
So we give ourselves up to adventure and gold
So we give ourselves up to adventure and gold