Let me carry on that lantern Through the wind in your battalion I will follow your old pattern For a scruffy tin medallion Let us fight as if this was Our last day here from earth We step across our fallen stars On the edge of our nerves I need some time now to ignore What you have done to my king I fold away that thought again But for later it will be stored He is weak, he can barely stand Locked in his royal strategy Let me steady my own hand To regain sovereignty Do you think I did not notice What is happening on the field My bishop runs quick to give solace To be my armor, be my shield While you invade my very thoughts I can't invoke the next move you make Was it pure luck or just fate In any way you are checkmate