Checkmate
On a battlefield of glory fall devoted servants heads
Victims of a tactical move
Parts of a bigger plan
On a battlefield of glory fall the wounded
Left to die
Their lives in shards, their hearts in pain
Their eyes left up to the sky
For king and land
He whispers
For king and land
He dies
And doesn't know
There is no honor
For the king is bound to die
In his greedy reach for power
Run for your live
King of terror and darkness
Run for your live
For your fall is at hand
Repent from your cruelty
Plague of the nations
The cry for the doomed fills the air
Checkmate
Checkmate
On this battlefield of glory
What if they refused to play
What if they laid down their weapons
One dreadful blood stained day
And leave this battlefield of glory
Turn their backs on hate and pain
Cut bonds their masters placed on them
Before they go insane
For peace and love
He answers
For peace and love
The tyrant cries
And doesn't know
There is no honor
For himself is bound to die
In his greedy reach for power
Run for your live
King of terror and darkness
Run for your live
For your fall is at hand
Repent from your cruelty
Plague of the nations
The cry for the doomed fills the air
The cry for the doomed fills the air
Run for your live
King of terror and darkness
Run for your live
For your fall is at hand
Repent from the cruelty
Plague of the nations
The cry for the doomed fills the air
Checkmate
Checkmate
Victims of a tactical move
Parts of a bigger plan
On a battlefield of glory fall the wounded
Left to die
Their lives in shards, their hearts in pain
Their eyes left up to the sky
For king and land
He whispers
For king and land
He dies
And doesn't know
There is no honor
For the king is bound to die
In his greedy reach for power
Run for your live
King of terror and darkness
Run for your live
For your fall is at hand
Repent from your cruelty
Plague of the nations
The cry for the doomed fills the air
Checkmate
Checkmate
On this battlefield of glory
What if they refused to play
What if they laid down their weapons
One dreadful blood stained day
And leave this battlefield of glory
Turn their backs on hate and pain
Cut bonds their masters placed on them
Before they go insane
For peace and love
He answers
For peace and love
The tyrant cries
And doesn't know
There is no honor
For himself is bound to die
In his greedy reach for power
Run for your live
King of terror and darkness
Run for your live
For your fall is at hand
Repent from your cruelty
Plague of the nations
The cry for the doomed fills the air
The cry for the doomed fills the air
Run for your live
King of terror and darkness
Run for your live
For your fall is at hand
Repent from the cruelty
Plague of the nations
The cry for the doomed fills the air
Checkmate
Checkmate
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Writer(s): Reto Frischknecht
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