Tytuł: Sumerian cry

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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 me
   I tried to understand their 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
  
   Then I saw the Ancient Ones
   Slumbering in their cave
   My dreams became 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