Shadows form knights and pawns

Upon the squares

Blood is drawn up from the well

Secret signs brought the crime

Right to your door

An innocent guilty as hell



Oh, the cot is open wide

Damp with milk and honey

Gone the mother and the child

In jesus name



Should they be waiting there

On my return

I may run into their arms

Walking on a razor's edge

Unconcerned

Game is lost again

I'll never learn