Speak softly to sleeping demons
Fiery bright, angel of death
Sleeping quietly, disturbing not the innocent's breath
Wake not the vengeful dragons of hell
Hark not the heralds ring not the bells
Call not forth the sleeping demons from their rest
Little one, heed my warning
Wrathful fiends, ensnaring the mind
Callous and cold, bearers of fear
Look them not in the eye and face not their frightful leer
Lest you anger the sleeping demons, for they can feel your gaze even in
rest
Forget not my tale, little one
Why call forth the very angels of hell?
Do you seek to bring the world to an untimely end?
Speak softly to sleeping demons, and disturb not their peace
Lest the sleeping demons are angered, and throw us into the chaos of living
death
Speak softly, little one
Else the demons hear you and throw you into the very bowels of hell
Wake not the demons, for you do not know the price of invoking them
They will betray you
They will kill your enemies and allies indifferently
And at the last they will feast on your soul
So, little one, speak softly lest the sleeping angels of hell awaken
Yell not into the darkest hour of the night
Heed my warning, little one, for you are teetering on the brink
Speak softly
You do not want to wake them up