Mr Pip the famous wizard I know
Is showing what he had never show
His last trick, the best, the only one
Tonight, when the sun is gone
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Mr. Pip who knows every little trick
Is talking and putting in his box, quick
Five pounds is four pounds more than else
The night in which he stops the Christian Bells
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Is it a trick, the rolling head, Or reality
Is he alive, is he dead, could that be
It's the only end, which you get, which you see
Is it a trick, the rolling head, Or reality
The trick, he's telling it means the end
With guillotine, heart sharpened, silent
With blood red, and smelling like skin and bones
Rolling head, showing the face which pips ones
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est
Alea iacta est