Morpheus sets the world to slumber And steps lightly between dreams With twine of gold and heavy thunder He weaves his sleeping schemes Unmaker! Unmaker! He takes the nightmare And spins his tangled web A heavy cloud is seeping despair Turning sweetdream into lead Liar! Liar! The sleep rebelling Shaking cobwebs from the mind Rising slow with dream dispelling And Morpheus is blind Iris! Iris! The rainbow beckons Against languid drooping head Sunlight is the fiercest weapon From slow Morpheusβ dread Somnus! Somnus! To bring the father Leash your changeling son He obliged, or wouldβve, rather The twisted web had come undone Coward! Coward! Does Morpheus hide In shadows grey and black Cursed again to now reside In the tiny twilight crack