Lyrics:

Three thousand million chessmen
On a planetry board
Play the game of chess to march
The hordes of demons on the board
Damned on the unfallen game
Oh out on the checkered plain
The weak of all the lemmings
Went down to the sea
They scattered in the air
They just want the evil that they fear
From the unfallen game
Oh out on the checkered plain
All in Satan's name, yeah
Well evil don't give you no jive
It'll eat your soul while you're alive
So when you play the game
Just the holiness of your name
Will keep the plain straight
And you'll find your own game
Yes you will, oh battle on