December Flower - The Apprentice | Текст песни

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• December Flower
• The Apprentice

Oh my old master left me alone
It's time to unleash thee
To my will they shall obey
Spirits you'll be freed

Go, I say
Go on your way
Do not tarry
Water carry
Let it flow abundantly
And prepare a bath for me

Come on now, old broom, get dressed
These rags will do just fine
You're a slave in any case
And today you will be mine

To the bank he's running fast
Quick as lightning to the river
Now he's filling cup for cup
Can't stop the deliver

Stop stand still
Heed my will
I've enough
Of that stuff
I've forgotten - woe is me
What the magic word may be

Is the end
Not in sight?
I will grab you
Hold you tight

With my axe, I split the brittle
Old wood smartly, down the middle
And they're running wet and wetter
Get the stairs, the room, the hall
What a deluge, what a flood
Lord and master hear my call

Back now broom
Down the floor
Be as thou
Were before
Until I, the old master
Call thee forth, to serve once more

Sire deliver me

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