Tiamat A Deeper Kind Of Slumber

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 A 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