Dark Moor - Tarot - 11. The Fool | Текст песни

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• Dark Moor - Tarot
• 11. The Fool

An odd figure
ebbs and wanders
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