Black Queen and White King (chessboard drama - symphonic metal )

Not just a chess story – a metal hymn about forbidden love, war and the price of duty.

Black Queen and White King

In the dark, black queen is breathing,
For the white king burns your mind.
But this board loves war and screaming,
Love is treason to its kind.
You’re a war-born, cold tactician,
Iron nerves and boiling veins,
But your heart in locked position
Tears the armor, snaps the chains.

You were forged for killing duty,
Not for whispers, not for trust…

Suit up – metal on your body,
Let your hungry steel ignite.
War wants blood and bitter glory,
Not a lover’s fragile light.
Draw your blade, kill off the yearning,
Hear the battlefield’s command –
War will crown you in its fury,
Love will crush you where you stand.

Your own king is weak and spineless,
Castling, hiding, same old game.
Years you’ve killed for him in silence,
Floods of blood in his damn name.
Still the ancient foe ignites you –
Straight-backed, fire in his stare.
To belong to him would shame you,
Brand your soul beyond repair.

You step close, your voice like thunder,
“Check!” – you snarl into his face…

Suit up – metal on your body,
Let your hungry steel ignite.
War wants blood and bitter glory,
Not a lover’s fragile light.
Draw your blade, kill off the yearning,
Hear the battlefield’s command –
War will crown you in its fury,
Love will crush you where you stand.

You could die – you’re not afraid of
Steel or arrow, spear or flame.
Only cold contempt can slay you,
Only scorn can carve your name.
He slips back behind his army,
Throws his queen into your sword.
Rage and joy choke hard and gnarly,
Twist your breath with one accord.

No more rival – now he’s “weightless”,
Free from love but not from war…

Suit up – metal on your body,
Let your hungry steel ignite.
War wants blood and bitter glory,
Not a lover’s fragile light.
Draw your blade, kill off the yearning,
Hear the battlefield’s command –
War will crown you in its fury,
Love will crush you where you stand.

He’ll just crown that back-rank angel,
Pawn who crawled through smoke and wire.
Pawn to queen for one dark gambit,
White side feeds her to the fire.
Black queen knows his frozen nature –
Bitter ice beneath that gold.
Who sows hatred, war and venom
Reaps it back a thousandfold.

How to chain a heart that chooses
Enemy instead of home?
One breath thirsts for final darkness,
Next breath claws the light of dawn.
Trade the win for one night’s passion,
Then you curse that fevered dream,
White-winged demon, black-horned devil
Ripping you at every seam.

Black inside you breaks the stalemate,
Hell inside, but face like stone.
You walk up with quiet hatred,
Whisper coldly: “Checkmate. Gone.”
Victory horns are howling anthems,
Dead aggressor, praise the land…
Yet the black queen, lone and bleeding,
Loves the white king where he stands.