Stand by the edge of the chess board
Whose pieces there are I think I know
His kingdom on the middle of the war
He will never stop since it begun
To watch his soldiers fall with tears
He see the board from different perspective
To set the traps and wait for attack
He develope his pieces to control
To kill the king as quick as possible
He hide his weakness behind the sword
To accomplish the mission with light and force
The blood that his warriors has given off
Evaporate into the air and been forgot
His land is burning, shaking and cold
But it been ignored by the true of the war
A butterfly land on the board
A butterfly land on the board
