Raining Gold Songtext
von Judicator

The air is thick with moisture on these greener pastures
We′ve marched for weeks and now our gods have us deeply in debt
Raining cleansing waters fall on men
Hail, hail our pageantry, welcome us as friends
Please support the march by feeding
Bring, bring your barren here to stand before the count
Let the people gather all around


He told the priests where all the Jews can live and frequent
And then we stalked them out to take from them our payment
Raining, screaming, gnashing jaws of anguish
Tears, screaming children weep, sitting in the mud
Watch their parents mauled and beaten
Hell, crying out for help, yet I still partake
Ignoring the pleas from the ancient paia

Raining gold on muddy cobblestone
Raining gold, I feel ashamed, this ransom burns

Raining gold, dying, trying to buy themselves time
Girls on the second floor throwing down their gold
Trying to distract our comrades
Priest of the hermit's men now is telling them
That they may as well tethered all die