Gold Is King Lyrics

Sol Invictus 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