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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
