In Final Fantasy XIV
Lie halls festooned with gold.
The green-toned lord of card games stands,
With cards you long to hold.
The time has come to make it rain
To fund your gambling,
A questline leads from Ul’dahn streets
To the court of the cards’ own king
Aah, aah
An ebullient citizen
On streets of tan and red,
Calls out to all adventurers;
The festival’s ahead.
The azure lighting catches sprays
Of fountains dazzling.
You chase the quest for a fresh emote
To the court of the cards’ own king
Aah, aah
Overreaction plays its hand,
But the icy gambler lurks.
The green-robed lord still holds his hand;
With red-backed cards he works.
The prince of violet repose
Finds the lord’s card to sling.
Another tool for the tournament
In the court of the cards’ own king
Aah, aah
The gold-rimmed coins flow faster yet,
While this event is run.
From nineteen to eleven June;
On that day all is done.
The white-clad woman shuns the crowd
And trades for many things
With currency, by hook and crook,
From the court of the cards’ own king
Aah, aah
