I sit in the road, tired and dreary


    Even street cats can no longer fear me


    For once i was a benevolent king


    And decorated halls with diamond rings


    But dancing through the day and night no longer,


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    I am filled with fright ‘bout over yonder,


    For ghosts and ghouls shall haunt my dreams


    And fills my ears with wailing screams.


    A gentle shake wakes me from sleep,


    To see a calming, pure white horse


    For a life no longer i shall keep


    As she carries me to old gods of Norse