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 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