Tiamat - 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