3 Inches Of Blood

Kiss the sand, praising the dry land he has found
Everywhere on the shore there's treasure all around
Bury deep the horded loot far down below
No man or god will ever take away the plunder
He will find a cave to hide away the fold
Doomed to a desert isle
All of the riches in his hands
No living thing around
But he will never leave the cave
Alone with bounty gold
Something compels him to stay
Heaven or Hell, time will tell
The captain thinks what will come of this
If this is the end, the gold must die with me
Delving underground, to his dismay
The captain finds a curse