Checkmater
When he's rolling, ripping the air.
Don't wait to run, your legs your aid,
Raise the spirit, noone will spare.
Play - is tough - don't look around,
Pawns - are meant - to kiss the ground,
Time - descends - your moves are wrong,
King - in trap - and soul is gone.
The vow is heard, with blaring wind,
Overcoloured, skies gonna die.
Mitt-readers numb, but future seen,
Gambit coming, can you defy?
Blood - on board - another check,
Mind - is mad - you must attack,
Queen - won't save - the breath of mate,
Rest - in peace - all sins are paid...
Checkmater,
Headhunter and Cremator,
He's in command.
Your tears boil in desert, that's no rain,
Redemption found your shelter, U are slain,
U are slave... to Checkmater!
...Crestfallen men and no riposte,
Monster he is, bound to succeed.
The fangs of steel, judicial host,
Pulling veins out, morbid and sweet...
Checkmater!
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