The pack has now fallen
  So bring out your dead
  Has Alice forgotten
  As the rivers run red
  The White Queen's running backword with a mallet to the fore
  The Cheshire Cat is grinning, dissolving through the floor
  So walk a little faster
  To catch up with your past
  And moving on a black square
  You meet the Queen at last
  And now the pack has fallen
  Where your paths were once mislead
  You'll never return for all the vows that were said