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On a dull winter evening
the cold crept into my house
clasped me with clammy fingers
and pulled me out into the snow
In front of my house two riders stood
The coats were black and red
Dressed red the Devil rode
completely black the death
Sun fled beyond the mountains
When the death started talking:
your Life is about to end
tell me you were right? "
The devil got of of his black horse
In his hand a parchment
then he said I was a minstrel
be a sinful element
Life is a game of dice
and your soul is the pledge
No need to know the rules
Take your dices to your hand
No turning Back in this game
the sand trickles in your watch
Take your dices to your hand
Take your dices to your hand
but according to the old minstrel custom
it is right and it is custom
(…)
when the hand of death touches me
Life is a game of dice
and your soul is the pledge
No need to know the rules
Take your dices to your hand
No turning Back in this game
the sand trickles in your watch
Take your dices to your hand
Take your dices to your hand
Life is a game of dice
and your soul is the pledge
No need to know the rules
Take your dices to your hand
No turning Back in this game
the sand trickles in your watch
Take your dices to your hand
Take your dices to your hand
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