For on the chessboard known as England,
I am a King with no need for a Queen.
For I manipulate all other pawns with my Knight.
My Knight is my sword,
But still just a pawn to me.
I dare not to have him as anything more.
The Knight is powerful and strong,
More so than even the King.
My Knight is loyal to me,
He will never betray me.
My Knight watches over me and stays by my side,
Even if all is lost,
And my throne crumbles beneath and around me,
Or my Kingly golden crown turns to rust,
Even when all of my pawns pile up in an endless pile
above the pit of bodies and my sins.
He shall be by my side as I lay.
The Knight bows to me because of a single contract
Which binds his body and soul to me.
And this shall be until the gloried Check Mate has come
And it is I who will be in Check Mate then.
Then I, the King, shall be overthrown by my Knight,
For that is what our contract demands.
