Paroles: Agnes Obel. Philharmonics.

Guess who died, last night
In grey stockings, in all might
It was no loss
The only God of mine
He fell down, just do 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

(Merci a Classic' pour cettes paroles)