The Seventh Seal
Anybody seen a knight pass this way
I saw him playing chess with death yesterday
His crusade was a search for God and they say
It's been along way to carry on
Anybody hear of plague in this town
The town I've left behind was burned to the ground
A young girl on a stake her face framed in flames cried
I'm not a witch
God knows my name
The knight he watched with fear
He needed to know
He ran where he might feel God's breath
And in the misty church
He knelt to confess
The face within the booth was Mr. Death
My life's a vain pursuit of meaningless smiles
Why can't God touch me with a sign?
Perhaps there's no one there answered the booth
And Death hid within his cloak and smiled
This morning I played chess with death said the knight
We played that he might grant me time
My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks
And still I might feel God's heart in mine
And through confession's grille
Death's laughter was heard
The knight cried No you've cheated me
But still I'll find a way
We'll meet once again and once again
Continue to play
They met within the woods the knight his squire and friends
And death said now the game shall end
The final move was made
The knight hung his head
And said you've won I've nothing left to play
The minstrel filled with visions sang to his love
To look against the stormy sky
The knight his squire and friends
Their hands held as one
Solemnly danced toward the dawn
His hourglass in his hand his scythe by his side
The master death he leads them on
The rain will wash away the tears from their faces
And as the thunder cracked they were gone
I saw him playing chess with death yesterday
His crusade was a search for God and they say
It's been along way to carry on
Anybody hear of plague in this town
The town I've left behind was burned to the ground
A young girl on a stake her face framed in flames cried
I'm not a witch
God knows my name
The knight he watched with fear
He needed to know
He ran where he might feel God's breath
And in the misty church
He knelt to confess
The face within the booth was Mr. Death
My life's a vain pursuit of meaningless smiles
Why can't God touch me with a sign?
Perhaps there's no one there answered the booth
And Death hid within his cloak and smiled
This morning I played chess with death said the knight
We played that he might grant me time
My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks
And still I might feel God's heart in mine
And through confession's grille
Death's laughter was heard
The knight cried No you've cheated me
But still I'll find a way
We'll meet once again and once again
Continue to play
They met within the woods the knight his squire and friends
And death said now the game shall end
The final move was made
The knight hung his head
And said you've won I've nothing left to play
The minstrel filled with visions sang to his love
To look against the stormy sky
The knight his squire and friends
Their hands held as one
Solemnly danced toward the dawn
His hourglass in his hand his scythe by his side
The master death he leads them on
The rain will wash away the tears from their faces
And as the thunder cracked they were gone
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Writer(s): Scott Engel
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