"Scepter in hand-all the numbers so deceiving
The small dreaming child who wears the crown
Watches the pieces falling down
Like knights in the game-her next move is so unsure
'Waken the Queen of Nevermore
Hidden behind the royal doors
White on her right, Red on her left
Talking in riddles, on ears fallen deaf
'Stop with all the lies', all the questions so confusing
Answer the riddles they deny, losing hope, the child cries
Dream on...
Do you believe...all the things that you're seeing are true?
The start's where the end's leading you
Do you believe...all's as twisted as one would perceive?
Seek the answers...and soon you'll believe
The royal child, in a rage of desperate fury
Shattering all that lies before, screaming dolls fall to the floor
Now remove the masque, that's obscuring this dimension
Illusions so clear to me now, her invention is unwound
Escape the dream- like an unwritten book
There at my feet-lies the knight, the queen and the rook"