Gold Is King Songtext
von 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