[Verse 1] Marble boards and fields of dust, Crowns of gold turned green with rust. Two old men in velvet chairs, Counting peasants, debts, and prayers. A flick of a finger, a twitch of a hand, Deciding the famine and fate of the land. To them it’s a wager, a roll of the dice, To us it’s our blood, and we pay the full price. [Chorus] Move the pawn, burn the town, Watch the ash come floating down. Kings are smiling, drinking wine, While we bleed along the line. It’s a game of thrones and lies, Underneath the weeping skies. [Verse 2] A map on the table, stained with red port, Laughter echoes through the stone fort. "Lose a province? No matter, we’ll take it back soon," They whisper their plots to the indifferent moon. The rivers run thick with the tears of the poor, While they argue what piece is to conquer the door. Children are tokens, castles are clay, Swept off the board at the end of the day. [Chorus] Move the pawn, burn the town, Watch the ash come floating down. Kings are smiling, drinking wine, While we bleed along the line. It’s a game of thrones and lies, Underneath the weeping skies. [Bridge] [Choir builds up tension] Tick-tock, the empire falls, Echoing through the hollow halls. When the players grow tired and throw down the crown, There’s nothing left standing when the night settles down. Just skeletons draped in the velvet and gold, For a game that was cruel, and a story too old. [Outro] [Whispered vocals] Just a game... Just a board... Dust to dust, By a rusted sword. The board is empty. The kings are gone. [Fade out with slow piano]
