It was the evening of my fate My ancient castle (now I hate) Became a shelter of the sin But I was blind, I craved to win... It was the evening, Saturday The very eve of sainted day I asked my servant for the game And he accepted it (in vain) Let's play, Mephisto, midnight rolls! I see your shadow slowly crawls Tonight we'll set my soul aflame And sink in passion of this game And I was playing like the mad But suddenly my servant said: "My Lord, it's midnight! Stop your whim!" And I grew anger, I have screamed: "I am the Count! I will play Until the Devil joins my game!" And at this moment door unlocked A man in black came in to rock The stranger asked me for the set He made a bet with rubies, red And we began this endless game That turned for me into the shame Since then I'm cursed and every day He comes at midnight for the play My soul is burning, I am trapped Within eternal hellish gap...