One thousand years ago
We fought a war only men would fight
We played the weakest piece on the board

Why does King deserve to be King?
Why do we fight his war for greed?

Just a shepard's boy I am,
I crossed the Alps, I went afar
Playing the King's game

Down man's dark seductive path
Why has it become a dream to be free?

Today we are just children of the game
Pawned by the very men sworn to protect us
We are just soldiers of the game

One Thousand years ago
Man's greatest sin became his own kind
He betrayed the innocent
Enslaved the young making them his pawns

We marched over a thousand deserts
Woken up from this dream
Hell became our reality
We became the bearer of our master's rods

Man's greatest sin has become his downfall
While some children learn to read
Other's become clay fit to their master's desire
Bent to their very seductive desire

We fight your wars and feed your woman
We are just the children of your lesser God
We are just pawns of the game
So why has it become the deadliest sin to pawn us?