In a rusty ruined tavern Face to face they sat all night One was good, another evil, They had dice and ale to fight Good was dressed in long white cloak, Red coat wore another man Wolves a-howled and ravens croaked Three eyes watched at dice as one In a rusty ruined tavern Face to face they sat all night One was good, another evil, They had dice and ale to fight Many bets were made by players Many crowns were spent that night One was good, another evil, Thus they had a lot to fight Final round - they’re to throw Once and winner takes the bank Only one appeared for old man But another’s dice was blank Evil looked with growing hatred, Heat was both in air and mind So he turned into the fire Good had vision of a kind One was thrown for eye and water One - the water rears the vine One - the rival is immortal One - we have one face and sign Nothing thrown for tree of wisdom Nothing - arrow mistletoe Nothing - is the evil guilty? Nothing - is he friend or foe? Fire vanished, empty chair Was aside of good old man Void in jug and void in memory Were there three of eyes or one? So the good rose up his brimmer, Drained it dry and fell asleep Ravens croak and wolves a-howling Were enough for dreams to keep Weaver smiled and turned the spindle And a day replaced the night One was good, another evil, But there’s nothing more to fight