The high priest of money looks down on the river
The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold
When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver
He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold
He turns to his symbols, his ribbons of numbers
They circle and spin on their mystical scroll
He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers
And the ribbons and the river forever unroll
In his kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
Kingdom of gold, his kingdom of gold
levelled
burned
kingdom
turbulent
horizon
haven
numbers
raiders
leaders
traces
prays
money
mystical
falter
enemy
devils
bought
castle
jackals
forever
citadel
arrow
sends
still
armour
camps
fortress
circle
looks
smoke
taken
coming
conquer
priest
rabble
ravens
walls
river
while
their
scroll
silver
slumbers
symbols
ribbons
these
turns
unroll
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