Dark Moor - The Fool Lyrics

An odd figure
Ancient, wondrous
Needs its vigour
To work his way yonder

Where his gladness
Becomes sadness
When his madness takes control

In this world where the starts are ends
All chances are nothing but trends
Where hazard rules, he is the world
He is The Fool

Wears a look of innocence
The energy is into motion
Following his inner sense
His north will be providence

Takes a walk
Starting off his journey
Always forward looking
For his freedom

He takes the life
As a gladless tourney
That he must confront
By going on and on

In this world where the starts are ends
All chances are nothing but trends
Where hazard rules, he is the world
He is The Fool

Wears a look of innocence
The energy is into motion
Following his inner sense
His north will be providence