Sleep you hear a child in fear,
lost by the nightmare closing your eyes.
Enchanting is thisman of years,
suttle and sweet is his lullaby.
Warma nd firm is his protective hold,
but on another shall he bestow.
Ignorence and urges clouded his mind,
hollowness and pain his future set on stone.
Closing twilight, brightness the sun shall shine.
Howling am I for the anguish of my love.
Deep sleep he is, breathing not of air.
Sparkling is it, delicious is the poison on his lips.