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Parnell |
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Three thousand million chessmen on a planetry board |
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Play the game of chess to march the hordes of demons onward |
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In the unfallen game out on the checkered plain |
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The week when all the lemmings went down to the sea |
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They scattered in the air they just want the evil that they fear |
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From the unfallen game on the checkered plain - All in satan's name |
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Well evil don't give ya no jive |
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It'll eat your soul while you're alive |
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So when you play the game just the holiness of your name |
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Keep the plain straight and you'll find your own game |
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Yes you will - Battle on |
