Weary of the battle the warriors forage on
Fixed upon their destiny - tired of being pawns

They cross the fine dividing line
Where the night steals away the day
Knowing they will never turn back
And afraid they've lost their way

In the end, they'll met their doom
Just sacrificial lambs
Their epitaph reads five cold words:
"Let the King be damned!"

The campaign is over now
They'll never see another dawn
What a shame they never learned
What it means to be a pawn

Lyrics and music by C.Arters
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