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