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