Sleep of the Earth of the land of Faerie Deep is the lore of Cnuic na Sidhe Hail be to they of the Forest Gentry Pale, dark spirits, help us free White is the dust of the state of dreaming Light is the mixture to make one still Dark is the powder of Death's redeeming Mark but that one pinch can kill
Sleep Poison in your dreams Some will not awake Nothing's as it seems Iron bonds will break Hearts will be set free Wrongs will be made right Sleep and death will be Justice in the night Sleep will be Justice in the night Death will be Justice in the night
