By the green baize
By the dead man's hand
By the strong beverages
By the forked tongues
By the beauties
By the hemlines made of lace
By the full house, I walk to the backlight
to the sparkling stones
Death does its part, brings to the table, asks to begin
Knaves like dead men, five of bones are nailed to the clubs
Until the dark queen of the night has vanished with hearts as her hostage
The Joker stays behind, the darkest spades of life as his trump
Time for the bloody work
under the smooth leaden sky
I go through the hail of bullets, lowering the top of my head
to the care of the sparkling stones
Death does its part, brings to the table, asks to begin
Knaves like dead men, five of bones are nailed to the clubs
Until the dark queen of the night has vanished with hearts as her hostage
The Joker stays behind, the darkest spades of life as his trump