Tiamat - The Ar

The Ar

Robin goodfellow
Dianae, my muse
Morpheus in my heart
Your sand in my veins
Its 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 will continue
All I asked for was a little love
Meet me on the other side
Where as a rose I wi will wake
Though blind I will follow
Every step you take
Dianae, my muse
Dianae, my solitude
Cease to exis t, ris e to exis t no more
Its a deeper kind of slumber