„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
