• In bygone times and warmer climes
    you marionettes played
    now restless silent in a box
    your scattered limbs played
    come feel the tug of dancing strings
    your dust respond on shivering wings
    the master puppeteer now sings
    raise up from where your laid

    The master calls you from the dark
    your bones respond in haste
    come act the part of living souls
    their glory once more tasted
    connect again with warmer days and hearken to former ways
    out of darkness you will raise
    up from your place of waste
    now dance you spirits gone before
    the urging blood of old
    your sondered souls from times of love
    play at a life once bold
    the master heaves on strings of woe
    torn from the dark your bones must go
    to act once more that all may know
    The master's tale is told.