The Black Knight surveys all before him   His charger is thumping the ground   High on a hill the high Bishop looks down   From his men to the horses   Not a whisper of sound   They're all dressed for the battle   And their colours fly high   And flutter in the wind      The White Queen her face red with anger   Turns to her left and her right   To the men of the King's Knight she screams and yells   ''Let them know that you come from the fires of Hell.   And we'll give them a fight''      Like a black painted shadow   Unmoved and unhurried   One look from her eye and her kingsmen they roar   And into the battle Iike never before      The King's bishop he moves his men forward   To guard his knight's men up ahead   For fear of the Queen and Iove for their King   They'll fight till they win or they'll fight till they're dead      Like a black hare that's chased by the Devil   O'er the battlefield she flies like the wind   She turns and looks down the path to her prey   This time she swears that you can't get away   Nobody can save you   And there's nothing can stop me   l will have my way      ... five, six, seven, eight...   We're counting the dying the dead and bereaved   And some of the living you'd never believe   For they ain't got no arms and they ain't got no heads   And the cost of this war here is written in red.      l am the joker, my friend is the Fool   He's been playing the fool since he started at school   When the battle is over and the reckoning's done   We'II sing you a song and we'll tell you who's won.      We sing for the King and we dance for the Queen   We fall and tumble never question our fate   For he's never early and I'm never late   When he's playing the tool then l am the fool's mate.