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…