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
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] day
Highly [bad word]  rigid and [bad word] 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