Sumerian Cry, Pt. III - Tiamat

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