Philarmonics

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