"The Fool" Songtext
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"The Fool" Songtext
While the Pendragons were away
Fighting and dying in the bandit ridden sub-levels
Mordred and Gawain spent their time running Camelot and arguing
If Gawain was too quick to hang, maybe Mordred was too quick to pardon
But between them they kept the town running
Through it all Mordred reasoned, cajoled and pleaded with Gawain
For the one thing that had been in his mind
Since he walked into Camelot so many years ago
Peace with the Saxons
A truce with the ghouls
Arthur had always denied any such requests
And did not believe the ghouls
Capable of reason enough for such negotiation
But now Mordred had the power
And if Gawain could not be persuaded to support him
Neither could he stop him
And so Mordred returned to his adopted home of Annwn
In the lightless depths of the outer station
Where the radiation shielding was weakest
Leaving the ghouls twisted, sickly creatures
He once again walked among the carrion cooking fires
The huts of bone and gristle
And those clothed in the leather of their fallen friends
For nothing went to waste among the Saxons
And to the highest of their chieftains, he brought his proposal
Fighting and dying in the bandit ridden sub-levels
Mordred and Gawain spent their time running Camelot and arguing
If Gawain was too quick to hang, maybe Mordred was too quick to pardon
But between them they kept the town running
Through it all Mordred reasoned, cajoled and pleaded with Gawain
For the one thing that had been in his mind
Since he walked into Camelot so many years ago
Peace with the Saxons
A truce with the ghouls
Arthur had always denied any such requests
And did not believe the ghouls
Capable of reason enough for such negotiation
But now Mordred had the power
And if Gawain could not be persuaded to support him
Neither could he stop him
And so Mordred returned to his adopted home of Annwn
In the lightless depths of the outer station
Where the radiation shielding was weakest
Leaving the ghouls twisted, sickly creatures
He once again walked among the carrion cooking fires
The huts of bone and gristle
And those clothed in the leather of their fallen friends
For nothing went to waste among the Saxons
And to the highest of their chieftains, he brought his proposal
Writer(s): Bjoern Werra, David Clemmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com