Robin goodfellow 
Dianae, my muse 
Morpheus in my heart 
Your sand in my veins 

It's a deeper kind of slumber 

What is universe anyway 
But a pouch of silver coins 
The intense breathing 
Of a dying animal 
foreboding of afterlife 
Master keys in oaken chest 
The somewhere is mine 
And from there I'll continue 
All I asked for was a little love 

Meet me on the other side 
Where as a rose I will wake 
Though blind I'll follow 
Every step you take 

Dianae, my muse 
Dianae, my solitude 

Cease to exist, rise to exist no more 

It's a deeper kind of slumber