Like pieces on the board we are pawns moving forwardOur path beautiful in its simplicity, our sacrifice noble in its generosityPersistent are we, the masses, at polishing the gold of the kingdom asHopes of castles and dreams of horses dangle before usBelieving tomorrow we may reach the other side becoming royaltyBut as dreams die and hopes fade, the path for the pawn has already been laidBecause if the pawn could move backward, it would surely kill the king