Armored Theory - The Dead Man's Hand Songtexte

You draw your breath
You place your bet
Win some, lose some
Your end will come

As your time ticks
Candles burn wicks
All things must pass
From first to last

Can't get away
It's time to play
Four up, one down
Who cares about you now?
Dealt in by Fate
Now it's too late

Let your chips fall
Can't bluff Death's call
Black suits you well
Message from Hell

Back to the door
Settle the score
Legend is made
The debt repaid

Can't get away
It's time to play
Four up, one down
Who cares about you now?
Dealt in by Fate
Now it's too late

The Dead Man's Hand
The Dead Man's Hand
The Dead Man's Hand
The Dead Man's Hand

You've drawn last breath
You've lost the bet
Won some, lost one
Your end has come

Can't get away
It's time to play
Four up, one down
Who cares about you now?
Dealt in by Fate
Now it's too late

The Dead Man's Hand
The Dead Man's Hand
The Dead Man's Hand
The Dead Man's Hand