A fool. A ridiculous lad brainless as a Scarecrow,
An ignorant boy who's made a mistake and won't let go.
A foolish young man whose only talent is failure,
A terrible fool who couldn't read a burning letter.
And only the best was good enough for me;
It had all been alright but the weather got stormy.
And even bravery can be stupid
I learned failure early and I mastered it.
Well I'm just a fool who thought had earned his father's boots,
A terrible fool who thought could deal with flying brooms.

A naïf. Just a hopeless naïf who thought something might work,
Who had yet to see the sadness in this dark, green world.
And my whole life has been woven from eerie melodies,
The stars are mocking me, I run from my memories…
When relief does not come and there's nothing left,
Tell me what is in my heart so I can tell you back,
Cause I don't know if I'm in love, or what the hell I lack…
But all my beliefs come undone, and I'm cursing my stupid head…
Well I'm just a naïf who thought there was a place like home,
Who believed could escape danger on a flying broom.

And a monster. A damned soldier and a vicious murderer,
A monster who has brought death and ordered a massacre.
A limb of evil, a rebel and a dragonslayer,
A deserter, a denier, and the worst sort of betrayer.
Wherever I fare, I'm nursing my old regrets,
You'd think I don't remember, that I want to forget;
But nothing good could ever come from me,
I have an unlikely, uniquely dark story.
And in the end, as we all do, I will pay for my offences,
Cause I'm a fool, a naïf, a monster, and the son of a witch.