On this black and white battlefield I stand my ground
I fight to the end yet I spill no blood
I can’t go back now my way is forward
It’s as though my steps are the plans of a higher power
I grip my sword tight, it feels like I’ve held it forever
This is my world, this is my life.
My brethren fall around me but patiently I await
Await my turn to smite the enemy and avenge my fallen brothers
I charge forward into the still chaos, knowing that my enemy will fall
Come knights, come kings, you will fall to me
In silence I face my foe, he puts up no fight
This victory means nothing, my prize is ahead
The king is in my sights, we will corner him alone
Take the crown from his head, knock him to the ground
I look up to the sky in triumph, and checkmate my final foe!
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