The Monk - Coronatus

A long time ago lived a monk

In dark middle ages he lived

He prayed to father and son

For the grace of an innocent life line

One day he went out to the woods

To ease all this heaviness

He fled from the monastery walls

To the silence and peace of the forest

Was it dark grace or was it a spell

For whatever you name this old legend I tell

The finger of God marked the monk

And his entire world was a ship that sunk

The monk reached a clearing, a well

He sat down to rest for a while

So tired he was falling asleep

When he woke up a strange feeling caught him

When he woke up the breathing was different

Was it dark grace or was it a spell

For whatever you name this old legend I tell

The finger of God marked the monk

And his entire world was a ship that sunk

He headed towards the monastery gate

He begged for entry, he knew he was late

The monk at the gate was unknown to him

Nameless fear rose, caused sweat on his skin

Was it dark grace or was it a spell

For whatever you name this old legend I tell

The finger of God marked the monk

And his entire world was a ship that sunk

None of the brothers remember the monk

Nor did he remember their faces as well

The abbot discovered the name of our monk

Noted missing one day 14 decades ago