Robin Goodfellow   Dianae, my muse   Morpheus in my heart   Your sand in my veins   It's 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'll continue      All I asked for was a little love   Meet me on the other side   Where as a rose I will wake   Though blind I'll follow every step you take      Dianae, my muse   Dianae, my solitude   Cease to exist, rise to exist no more   It's a deeper kind of slumber