Footsteps fade in the empty hall, In this tale, we’ve heard the call! The Master takes his velvet hat, The stage is bare — and that is that! The pantomime is over now! Dust is covering the floor, The costume master’s at the door! No more cheers and no more cries, Just shadows where the spirit lies! Time is frozen like the wax! All! (Is closed!) All! (Is lost!) The heavy lock upon the oaken doors! The Tale... (Is over...) In grey and dusty Octobers of yours! He turned around at the final line, The burning bridges start to shine! In empty boxes, no one’s eyes, The fire in his spirit dies! Flutes are silent, threads are torn, Nothing here can be reborn! The Master leaves, won’t look behind, A cold facade is all he’ll find! Mist is covering the town... All! (Is closed!) All! (Is lost!) The heavy lock upon the oaken doors! The Tale... (Is over...) In grey and dusty Octobers of yours!
