Three thousand million chessmen on a planetry board

Play the game of chess to march the hordes of demons onward

In the unfallen game out on the checkered plain



The week when all the lemmings went down to the sea

They scattered in the air they just want the evil that they fear

From the unfallen game on the checkered plain - All in satan's name



Well evil don't give ya no jive

It'll eat your soul while you're alive

So when you play the game just the holiness of your name

Keep the plain straight and you'll find your own game

Yes you will - Battle on