Morpheus

Artrosis

While I didn't beckon you

You closed my eyes

In the depth of your embrace

Wearing scent of candles

I gave myself to the night

You are king of dreams

You are one with your nation

You lost again

Curtain of your theatre drops

Scene is on fire down

And I wash a dream away

Dance of purple dwarfs is over

Night loses with day

And I wash a dream away