Philarmonics (Obel Agnes)

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