Steve grabs his pickaxe, mining the land,
Breaking down cubes, with a firm, steady hand.
He's fighting Creepers in the dead of night,
Battles zombies, swinging with all his might.
Skeletons lurking, arrows in flight,
Steve's on his toes, won't give up the fight.
Through caves so dark, torches in his grip,
Never losing hope, never letting it slip.
Mine till the dawn, don't you let that sun go down,
Find a place to sleep, in this blocky little town.
Fight the night away, 'til you see the morning light,
Creepers, zombies, skeletons, won't win this fight!
The moon hangs high, casting shadows deep,
Steve's eyes are heavy, but there's no time for sleep.
A bed in the corner, but danger all around,
He keeps on digging, till safe haven is found.
With every swing of that diamond blade,
Steve knows he's strong, and he's not afraid.
The stars above, they shine so bright,
Guiding him home, in the dead of night.
Mine till the dawn, don't you let that sun go down,
Find a place to sleep, in this blocky little town.
Fight the night away, 'til you see the morning light,
Creepers, zombies, skeletons, won't win this fight!