Testo di Gold Is King

Gold is king, and the wind blows misery Gold is king, and the wind blows usury A falling leaf from a poisoned tree A fetid river flows into an empty sea The lute is cracked, as is the spinner's wheel A broken plough stands on a barren field The sun is dying, dark comes the dawn And in the womb, the child stillborn Gold is king, and the wind blows misery Gold is king, and the wind blows usury