Drip, drip drips the gold
Drip,drip drips the gold down to ones deserving
Drip,drip drips the gold down to the lowly and poor
Drip,drip drips the gold onto the tarnished souls as the one true knite of old comes to pick up his payment
Drip drip drips the gold to burn there flesh
As he welds his sword all turns to gold
To smie down the fools for all things to the poor look like gold when they hear this song of old
Drip,drip drips the gold down to ones deserving
Drip,drip drips the gold down to the lowly and poor
Drip,drip drips the gold when the knite of old returnes now stay out of his path or you shal feal the wrath of the one draped
Kristian Grujić, 1.C