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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “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 me I tried to understand their 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 Then I saw the Ancient Ones Slumbering in their cave My dreams became 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

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