The dark night,
it calls me,
right into my palm, this thing that I will know,
bleeding in my chest, the fool in you will know.
In my head,
in my head,
in my head,
the fool in you will know.
These wings I spread,
it lead my face towards,
what isn't for the search that I respect,
amongst the village where the war is ever left.
In my head,
in my head,
in my head,
the fool in you will know.
In my head,
in my head,
in my head,
the fool in you will know.