Three thousand million chessmen on a planetry boardPlay the game
of chess to march the hordes of demons onwardIn the unfallen
game out on the checkered plainThe week when all the lemmings
went down to the seaThey scattered in the air they just want the
evil that they fearFrom the unfallen game on the checkered plain
- All in satan's nameWell evil don't give ya no
jiveIt'll eat your soul while you're aliveSo when you
play the game just the holiness of your nameKeep the plain
straight and you'll find your own gameYes you will - Battle
on