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