Текст песни The Human Soul

Once, at the wave of his wand All the billows of musical sound followed his will As the sea was ruled by the prophet of old The master of music Once, at the wave of his wand All the billows of musical sound followed his will As the sea was ruled by the prophet of old Now that his hand is relaxed And his rod has dropped to the ground The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul The master of music Now that his hand is relaxed And his rod has dropped to the ground The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul The master of music