Master Calls
I heard the call of the Master’s voice
from a dream I awoke
something within left me no choice
of old stories he spoke
and I am drawn into the night
he heals my body of the fright
and I am drawn
and I am drawn
for Master's voice brings me light
I heard the call of the Master’s voice
of things lost he bespoke
for sadness I found no rejoice
on my tears I would choke
I cried a moan with no delight
watching his face by candlelight
I cried a moan
I cried a moan
relieving the pain from sight
I heard the call of the Master’s voice
such power it could invoke
bound to his will without a choice
deep feelings he does provoke
to him I came into the night
carried by a tremor of fright
to him I came
to him I came
for he has taught me great insight









Passing you a cold beer and a






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