A Pack of Cards

Oh, queens, aces beside them and kings, An' all the minions serve them and jacks. I do not get excited, I don't play w/the things. A voice – “I'll take all, if you don't object”. Diamonds, clubs, spades and beautiful hearts – symbols of sway, eternal suits, forced to being shuffled by infidel hands – those fiery came from infernal loots. And they are choosing the following trumps, laying above the stifling suffering world of the rest covered, beaten and slumped, swinging round an' round in a devilish whirl. An' the pack is being shuffled by the hands on an' on 'cause of friction they get vile gambling spark. Devil's laughing at me in his own Babylon, I'm not in his hands as one petty card.