Judicator - Raining Gold lyrics

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