Sumerian Cry

Nailed to a pleasant sleep
Under the fullmoon light
Calculated ancient knowledge
Of Arab's wise wordsI dreamed about a temple
I saw it in my dreams
A temple made of silver
With emeralds aboveIt is in the wood
Spoken by animal lips
My seal and my epitaph
Wait the Sumerian CryI visited the temple
In my imaginations it welcomed me
I tried to understand their language
And the sumerian cuneiformI 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 themThen I saw the Ancient Ones
Slumbering in their cave
My dreams became nightmares
The liers in wait bred my fearI woke up from my dreams
The night had become day
Highly strung, rigid and struck
I peered through the morning fog