13 acessos
There is no final winner
There is no final score
The men have left the playing field and play no more
The hours have been counted
The work is finally done
And now the night begins to fall on everyone
The lovers have done their loving
The murderers their task
The hunted have been snared and gagged and masked
So when you're in the graveyard
Read those names in stone
After all, you'll never get to read your own