D-Block and S-te-Fan

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

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