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