sumerian cry (part iii)

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