Nailed to a pleasant sleep
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Under the fullmoon light
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Calculated ancient knowledge
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Of Arab's wise words
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I dreamed about a temple
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I saw it in my dreams
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A temple made of silver
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With emeralds above
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It is in the wood
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Spoken by animal lips
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My seal and my epitaph
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It is the Sumerian Cry
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I visited the temple
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In my imaginations it welcomed my
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I tried to understand the language
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And the sumerian cuneiform
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I read about their gods
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And in my dreams they spoke to me
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They showed me the tablets of fate
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Which since a battle belong to them
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It is in the wood
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Spoken by animal lips
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My seal and my epitaph
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It is the Sumerian Cry
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Then I saw the Ancient Ones
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Slumbering in their cave
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My dreams and my nightmares
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The liers in wait bred my fear
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I woke up from my dreams
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The night had become day
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Highly strung, rigid and struck
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I peered through the morning fog
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It is in the wood
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Spoken by animal lips
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My seal and my epitaph
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It is the Sumerian Cry
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Sumerian Cry (Part III)
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| Tiamat |
