Philharmonics - Agnes Obel

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