Nailed to a pleasant sleep

Under the fullmoon light

Calculated ancient knowledge

Of Arab's wise words



I dreamed about a temple

I saw it in my dreams

A temple made of silver

With emeralds above



It is in the wood

Spoken by animal lips

My seal and my epitaph

It is the Sumerian Cry



I visited the temple

In my imaginations it welcomed my

I tried to understand the language

And the sumerian cuneiform



I read about their gods

And in my dreams they spoke to me

They showed me the tablets of fate

Which since a battle belong to them



It is in the wood

Spoken by animal lips

My seal and my epitaph

It is the Sumerian Cry



Then I saw the Ancient Ones

Slumbering in their cave

My dreams and my nightmares

The liers in wait bred my fear



I woke up from my dreams

The night had become day

Highly strung, rigid and struck

I peered through the morning fog



It is in the wood

Spoken by animal lips

My seal and my epitaph

It is the Sumerian Cry