The Fool's Vengeance Lyrics

Riding home, out of town

Old man Till, stares me down

Up above midnight clouds

Whistling window, cawing crow

Stranger walks through my door

Thin pale face, eyes of yore

Pushed me down to the floor

How I failed to sate the lord

Maimed and dead in the snow

A man in red, wings hung low

For my soul, I'll survive

Shake his hand, feel alright

Up the hill, in the keep

I return, fingers creep

Fire burns the lord weeps

Out the gates from the heap