Staring in the grinning face of defeat.
Advancing through the chess board square by square.
Forced by phantom hand, pawns follow the lead.
March a**embled just to end in the fire.
Devotion
decidedly resides from
unequal struggle with fear.
But vows has been written.
Retreat is forbidden.
And d**h surely follows defiance.
So stand your ground!
Crown and so it’s burden is not for the fools.
Not for those who want to keep all the pieces.
The King is always holding his eyes on the prize.
When the mind is on fire as rule the heart is in ice.
Fool, follow the lead!!!
In every kingdom the King is attendant
under reign of the course of interests.
And at the end of the game once important
all the figures lay back into the chest.
Crowned pawn!
The King is only a crowned pawn!
Crowned pawn!
The King is pawn with crown!