Guess who died last night in grey stockings, in all might
It was no loss
The only God of mine
He fell down, just to drown, in a sea of delight
To tame, champagne
And creatures of the night
As the water took him over, filled his lungs inside out
I sold his gold
For flowers and rice
Speaking fire he would hire
Pawns and peasants, just like me
To feed upon, the conquered ones, but now we are free