On the following friday as I turned out the light Grandma came and knocked at my door "Wake up, King, wake up, my dear! I am gonna show you about the house of Amon"
Oh, it is time for tea Oh, it is time again
"Even your mother is present We made her sleep in my rocking chair" At first I felt really scared but there was no reason to As I saw the knife sneaking out from Grandmother's dress
Then it cut a tiny wound In my mother's little hand
Oh, it is time for tea Oh, it is time again
Blood was running into the tea pot And then I heard "THEM" laugh "A bit of this in a cup of tea Is what it takes to set "THEM" free
"You will hear "THEM" telling stories From far beyond this earth" What I saw and what I heard Made me want to stay and learn
I really hope this dream will never end It's hard to describe The kind of feeling that went on in my mind A paradise!
Hearing "THEIR" stories and feeling "THEIR" warmth We laughed with tears in our eyes From the first cup of tea to the last drop of blood Nothing seemed to matter at all anymore
My Mother? She didn't exist to me Oh, I felt so heavenly