| 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 along way to carry on 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 The rain will wash away the tears from their faces
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| And as the thunder cracked they were gone |