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Anybody seen a knight pass this way |
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I saw him playing chess with Death yesterday |
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His crusade was a search for God and they say |
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It's been a long way to carry on |
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Anybody hear of plague in this town |
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The town I've left behind was burned to the ground |
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A young girl on a stake her face framed in flames cried |
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I'm not a witch God knows my name |
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The knight he watched with fear |
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He needed to know |
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He ran where he might feel God's breath |
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And in the misty church |
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He knelt to confess |
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The face within the booth was Mr. Death |
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My life's a vain pursuit of meaningless smiles |
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Why can't God touch me with a sign |
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Perhaps there's no one there answered the booth |
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And Death hid within his cloak and smiled |
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This morning I played chess with Death said the knight |
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We played that he might grant me time |
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My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks |
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And still I might feel God's heart in mine |
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And through confession's grille Death's laughter was heard |
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The knight cried No you've cheated me! |
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But still I'll find a way |
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We'll meet once again and once again |
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Continue to play |
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They met within the woods the knight his squire and friends |
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And Death said now the game shall end |
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The final move was made |
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The knight hung his head |
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And said you've won I've nothing left to play |
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The minstrel filled with visions sang to his love |
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To look against the stormy sky |
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The knight his squire and friends |
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Their hands held as one |
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Solemnly danced toward the dawn |
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His hourglass in his hand his scythe by his side |
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The master Death he leads them on |
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The rain will wash away the tears from their faces |
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And as the thunder cracked they were gone |