Sol invictus

Gold is king

Sol invictus
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
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