Gold is king, and the wind blows misery 
Gold is king, and the wind blows usury 

falling leaf from a poisoned tree 
fetid river flows into an empty sea 

The lute is cracked as is the spinner's wheel 
broken plough stands on a barren field 

The sun is dying, [bad word] 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