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 

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