'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' 

{AO}