At the Gates of Sleep-Insomnium

Listen to the night, hearken to the silence The wind sings in fir-trees, forest´s music rings Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing Soothing is the choir, murmur of the trees Time to forget all the heartache and pain Time to leave behind all the toil and travail Here where the water mirrors a still sky Here a fair place for a child to lie Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed tonight Here we sprawl in mellow darkness In warm caress of the night Far away from world's betrayals Afar from all the Heaven's might Better to dream, far sweeter to slumber Than face the cold days, bear the grim longing Time to rest a while, close the drowsy eyes Sleep till the dawn, till the bleak morning Heed not the rustle or hoots of the owl Heed not the ghosts that still dwell in the soul Night brings us solace and serenity deep Night brings at last neverending sleep Better it would be to sleep forever In silent shades of the evernight Sweet are the dreams in the groves of death Far away from the earthly woes Sound is the sleep under spruce's boughs Serene are the dreams in the darkling shade Gone are the cares of the waking world Forgotten the sorrows of the weary heart