Anybody seen a knight pass this way? I saw him playing chess with Death, yesterday His crusade was a search for God and they say It's been a long way to carry on

Anybody hear of plague in this town? The town I've left behind was burned to the ground A young girl on a stake, her face framed in flames Cried, "I'm not a witch, God knows my name"

The knight, he watched with fear, he needed to know He ran where he might feel God's breath And in the misty church, he knelt to confess The face within the booth was Mr. Death

"My life's a vain pursuit of meaningless miles... Why can't God touch me with a sign?" "Perhaps there's no one there," answered the booth And Death hid within his cloak and smiled

"This morning I played chess with Death," said the knight "We played that he might grant me time... My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks And still I might feel God's heart in mine!"