„Young Masteur, your dinner is prepared"

echoing through the halls

but those words were lost.

In a dinner hall at world's end sits a lonely child

Fried eggs, soufflé and a cake

~Enjoy your meal, enjoy your meal

Blessed you are with so many gifts~

Echoing through his head

But those words were lost.

Fork and spoon, cup and plate

All made of silver, all made of gold

~Enjoy your meal, enjoy your meal

Blessed you are with all these gifts~

Echoing from empty chairs

But those words were lost.

„Young Masteur your dinner is prepared"

Echoing through the hallways

But those words cause only lonelyness

So come and eat, young Masteur

In the dinner hall at world's end

A lonely child, smirking in silence

Blessed he is, with so many gifts

Always eating in a room of empty echoes

~Enjoy your meal, enjoy your meal~

*I am, trust me, it's splendid*

But those words were lost to empty seats

„Young Masteur your dinner is prepared"

Blessed is the child,

learning how to life

In the dinner hall at world's end