[Intro] [Dark, brooding riff with a sinister groove] [whispered voice]"He walks the streets of a city unknown... but he won’t walk them for long." [Verse 1] A jester roams with a crooked grin, Mocking towns he’s never been. With borrowed tales and hollow boasts, He haunts the East, a cursed ghost. His words are poison, his laughs are knives, Cutting through peace to wreck their lives. But kingdoms old remember well — The fool’s own pride will ring his bell. [Pre-Chorus] The wheels of fate turn cold and slow — The Fool will reap what he doesn't know. [Chorus] The Fool of Babylon, dancing on graves, A puppet of chaos, a master of slaves. He mocks the wise, he taunts the brave, But none escape the fate they pave. Run, Fool of Babylon — They're hunting you before the dawn. [Verse 2] He kissed a monument carved in pain, Ignorant of the tears and stain. Statues don’t speak, but hearts do burn, And tides of rage begin to turn. Through crowded streets, he plays his part, Yet knows not fear — nor any heart. But shadows rise, and whispers spread, “We’ll see him fall before he’s dead.” [Pre-Chorus] The wheels of fate turn cold and slow — The Fool will reap what he doesn't know. [Chorus] The Fool of Babylon, dancing on graves, A puppet of chaos, a master of slaves. He mocks the wise, he taunts the brave, But none escape the fate they pave. Run, Fool of Babylon — They're hunting you before the dawn. [Bridge] [Spoken words over a sinister riff] "One by one, they close in tight, Faces masked by the dead of night. He thought he ruled, a crown of lies, But now he runs, while the city rises." [guitar solo] [Verse 3] Through alleyways, through market stalls, His laughter echoes off the walls. But footsteps grow, a rising tide, There’s nowhere left for him to hide. His fame fades fast, his mask wears thin, As angry hands draw closer in. No more screens to shield his face, He falls alone — a fool disgraced. [Chorus] The Fool of Babylon, dancing on graves, A puppet of chaos, a master of slaves. He mocks the wise, he taunts the brave, But none escape the fate they pave. Run, Fool of Babylon — They're hunting you before the dawn. [Outro] [mournful riff] And when he falls, the streets will sing — No more clicks for the fallen king. [End]