I laid one night and dreamt of the ancient land
Where the sun god ruled with a gentle hand
There I read a story about no.1 and no.2
I liked the story for it seemed true
Then I read about no.3 and no.4
And did not like the story anymore
But the dream was not the story and the story was not the dream
In the dream no.2 got no.1
When the battle no.2 finally won
When I to the dream said goodbye
It was hard not to cry
I woke up in the common land
Where no sun god rules with a gentle hand
Marcus Lagercrantz
