Lyrics

The board is clear, the pieces gone,
A kingdom built on flesh and bone.
I hold the crown, my final prove,
A reign of fear none dare move.

The echoes cheer, the silence sighs,
A hollow laugh, a queen disguised.
Their shattered eyes reflect my throne,
Yet something stirs, I stand alone.

Checkmate, the game is done,
I stand victorious, I have won.
But in the quiet, these shadows call,
A whisper hidden: "You will fall!"

The banquet waits, one deep breath,
A feast of ghosts, a toast to death.
Their empty seats, their blood still warm,
Their voices linger within my raging storm.

The wine is rich, the laughter loud,
Yet silence wraps me like a shroud.
A fleeting thought, a broken thread,
A whisper speaks: "They’re all dead!"

Checkmate, the game is done,
I stand victorious, I have won.
But in the quiet, these shadows call,
A whisper hidden: "You will fall!"

The pieces broken, their faces fade,
Yet something lingers in the shade.
A flicker, faint, a seed of doubt,
A voice too soft to yet cry out.

The board is set, the rules are mine,
Yet echoes slip between the lines.
A kingdom bent to my command,
But ghosts still walk in this deadly land.