Dark Moor - The Fool Lyrics
?and wandersneeds its vigourto work his way yonder.Where his gladnessbecomes sadness,when his madness takes controlIn 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 innocencethe energy is into motionfollowing his inner sensehis north will be providence.Takes a walkstarting off his journeyAlways forward lookingfor his freedom.He takes the lifeas a gladless tourneythat he must confrontby going on and on.In this world where the starts are ends?