The moon hangs heavy, a silver tear, Reflecting shadows, born of fear. Six blades of sorrow, pierce the night, Each one a promise, shattered in flight. I built a fortress, of ice and stone, Where love dared not enter, I'd reign alone. But even witches, with hearts so cold, Can yearn for a touch, a story untold. (Chorus) Oh, I am the Fool, who played with fire, And danced with desire, higher and higher. Now Judgement has come, the price must be paid, A heart turned to ashes, a love betrayed. (Verse 2) The thorns still cling, where roses bloomed, A bitter reminder, of love consumed. I walk this path, with weary tread, Haunted by whispers, of words unsaid. The Fool's laughter, echoes in my mind, A ghost of a feeling, I left behind. But Judgement's gaze, burns like a brand, Forever marking, this treacherous hand. (Chorus) Oh, I am the Fool, who played with fire, And danced with desire, higher and higher. Now Judgement has come, the price must be paid, A heart turned to ashes, a love betrayed. (Bridge) *Music slows, becomes more atmospheric. Harp takes the lead, with piano providing a subtle backdrop* 8 Across the water, the lights grow dim, A distant shore, calling me to Him. But the weight of these swords, drags me down, A prisoner of sorrow, in this lonely town. (Chorus) Oh, I am the Fool, who played with fire, And danced with desire, higher and higher. Now Judgement has come, the price must be paid, A heart turned to ashes, a love betrayed. (Outro) (Whispered, almost inaudible) Worthless... alone... broken...
