Dom Chi


Elaborate plans lay strategy
for the capture of Dom Chi.

Officers parade around,
certain all their plans are sound.

Orders to depart at dawn,
for every private, every pawn.

Plans are easy for the king,
he'll not likely feel the sting,
he'll not likely see a thing.

Nighttime scenes evaporate,
no one dares to ponder fate.

Above the hills faint light appears,
it’s time to bury inner fears,
it’s time the bishop hear our prayers.

Atop his metal horse he sits,
master of the Dom Chi blitz.

"Conquer all," the king declares,
"not one life will we spare."

Into battle pawns are sent,
a special killing regiment.

Donned with mindless weapons they,
strike with vengeance's debt to pay,
strike with overkill display.

Above the battlefield is seen,
the king quite proudly with the queen.

His soldiers carried out his plan,
Dom Chi belongs to his men,
Dom Chi belongs to him again.