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
 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