Far away From the deadly sounds of the city In the middle of a red fall forest Music to my ears As my walk awakes leaves in rest I shall find serenity at the end of this path On the shore of a pastel blue lake Which seems to be enlightened From the abyss of its bed And the moonlight wind Softly whispered in my ears Through the ballet of dancing trees "You've arrived here too late The Master had to leave"
In the silence Of an old forsaken chapel Sweet sweet smell of burning incense Crying widow Awaiting still merciful And the sunlight Caresses the idol Through the colors of a stained gla** window Which seems to be reviving Old clay from it's sorrow And I close my eyes As my prayer brings me to my knees And gracefully the choir sings "You've arrived here too late The Master had to leave..."