Heavily the crown of Morpheus weighs upon my brow,
My thoughts swim in a thick sea of mud;
Heaviness is in my bones and my eyelids are hung low,
His poison now seeps into my blood.
Please sing to me slowly the songs of sweet days gone by,
Forgotten melodies of ancient lullabies;
In the thick shrouded fog I reach for the steady shore,
to rise up from the depths of this deep ocean floor.
