Jester's Funeral Jester's Funeral
Laughing, howling and in rage, they keep him caught in
his painful cage. Never let him go, and torturing him,
but he has his smile to show.
Laughing, howling and in vain, when they go insane, they
give him a hail of blows. But he has to carry on until
the shadows come to cover his poor, poor soul.
He only wanted fame, now pale bones remain in the icy
grave. Nobody mourned for him, he was all alone, but he
was strong and brave.
Making fun, damned to laugh, never time to rest, jests
followed by jests. Welcome to the other side, it?s a
place to hide, and your soul revives in death.
It?s a jester?s funeral. Buried with a grin. Blackness
falls on him. A jester?s funeral.
