Fool's Mate (Demo)

The Black Knight surveys all before him

His charger is thumping the ground

High on a hill the high Bishop looks down

From his men to the horses

Not a whisper of sound

They're all dressed for the battle

And their colours fly high

And flutter in the wind

The White Queen her face red with anger

Turns to her left and her right

To the men of the King's Knight she screams and yells

Let them know that you come from the fires of Hell.

And we'll give them a fight

Like a black painted shadow

Unmoved and unhurried

One look from her eye and her kingsmen they roar

And into the battle Iike never before

The King's bishop he moves his men forward

To guard his knight's men up ahead

For fear of the Queen and Iove for their King

They'll fight till they win or they'll fight till they're dead

Like a black hare that's chased by the Devil

O'er the battlefield she flies like the wind

She turns and looks down the path to her prey

This time she swears that you can't get away

Nobody can save you

And there's nothing can stop me

l will have my way

... five, six, seven, eight...

We're counting the dying the dead and bereaved

And some of the living you'd never believe

For they ain't got no arms and they ain't got no heads

And the cost of this war here is written in red.

l am the joker, my friend is the Fool

He's been playing the fool since he started at school

When the battle is over and the reckoning's done

We'II sing you a song and we'll tell you who's won.

We sing for the King and we dance for the Queen

We fall and tumble never question our fate

For he's never early and I'm never late

When he's playing the tool then l am the fool's mate.