Engulfed in black the city is
In all the homes where people live
Residents lie down for their nightly slumber
From mystic Dra-non the sandmen lumber
Two factions of sandmen doth exist
The good Zynons and the evil Triffs
The Zynons enter minds and leave pleasant thought
The Triffs break in and all pleasure's lost
For eons since time began
Sandmen have roamed across the land
They do battle in the realm of sleep
The power they hold can make men weep
When a death occurs, a Triff has won
Besting the Zynons one by one
If you should die before you wake
Your soul then a Triff did take.
