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