Cast in the abyss of gloomy tranquillity, Weaving a shield of stray thoughts, Fencing the mind from the void of reality, Sating the dreams with rest being sought
Clad in shrouds of dismal thoughts, The thick of silence knits its knots
In a cradle of dreams, You bask in the woe The spindle of sanity twirls; Its yarn binds the throat
Yours is the time from sunset to dawn; You dare to redeem the sins of your soul The embrace of darkness, the cold breath of ghosts: Sweet whispers of silence weave deadly knots
Time spreads wide its wicked paws, Keeps sharpening its poisoned claws