Lullaby

Sulliquise and humble serenades to put the beasts to sleep Incapable of erasing or counting the evasive sheep And I the speaker of the night whom wishes to set the pace Drones a lovely snorata at a very lovely face Sleep deep my children of the night let the dark comfort your pain Hold you caress you and return you to the light again May the lost walk among you gaping and aghast Eyes closed fear not ignore them your numbers are to vast Hold and caress you Gods keepers through and through Land will be your comfort tomorrow I bid you adieu.