Answer:
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
You can only have it once you have given it.
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?