Raining Gold

The air is thick with moisture on these greener pastures
 We've marched for weeks and now our food's almost depleted
 Raining, cleansing waters fall on me
 Hail! Hail our pageantry, welcome us as friends
 Please support the march by feeding our men
 Bring your Baron here to stand before the Count
 Let the people gather all around
 He told the Priest where all the Jews did live and frequent
 And then we sought 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 mocked and beaten Help!
 Crying out for help, yet I still partake
 Ignoring the pleas from the ancient pariah
 Raining gold on muddy cobblestone Raining gold
 I feel ashamed - this ransom burns
 Raining gold coins, trying to buy themselves some 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 convert or die