We rolled in the cold air
Freezing breath on an action chain
Rolling then waiting
A man on a card in a light blue frame
So mystic and soulful
A choice reaching out it’s an extra die
It stays with you until

The scoring is done only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna

The roadway is weaving
Haunting notes of a burg called Kings
The VPs are mounting
Alone out in front but the daylight brings
A cool empty feeling
The warmth of a hand on a cold grey board
It fades to the distance

The themeing is dumb but the game’s OK
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna

* I would like to thank Coiledspring Games for providing a copy of the game for review.