The greek sword over the head of your bed

It swings around like a mobilee

To help you sleep dont be silly

No sudden movement or youll sleep forever

Thorn in your eye and an awful smell

With the early morning sun



Sleep tight stay quiet

Dont move dont moan

Dont toss nor turn

Nocturne



This is not a warning were not like that

It shall only show how far we can go

You see we could

But if we would

It depends on you



The horses head at the foot of your bed

Smiles at you like the first smile

On the first morning but its eyes gaze

Gone and empty and the sheets and the carpet

Have sucked his blood and an aful smell

With the early morning sun



Sleep tight...