Transcript:
I was a chief amongst men, honoured and feared,
I had power and prestige and wore it for all to see,
Until the day I met a greater prince who bade me shed the world like an outgrown skin, and clad me in his dark shroud.

And though my people built me a palace of stone and clay,
Lit with a warm glow that lives in amber,
I was gone before they placed the last sod,
Leaving centuries of ploughmen to whisper in awe of a golden warrior asleep beneath the turf.

So you see all that glitter and glamour lies like broken shards in the dust of a tomb floor.
But if a golden cloak amuses, keep it,
For now I walk the heavens in a mantle of shimmering star stuff.