作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
Every now and then it seems to me
That there is greatest danger lying hidden
In the depths of sleep ...
Saddest the wanderer ...
Who is travelling here
For far too often ...or just longer
Than his mortal mind would bare

From the other world he can never fully return
After the passing of a certain period of time
As the forces of the other side
Are with him all the while
Are surrounding his mind
As they are now with him all the time

Obscuring his mind, his spirit
They chain him to this place or state:
Mind and body will become lethargic,
Listless and inert
And then, driven by his wounded soul
He will be longing for nothing more ...
Except the end itself ...
For darkness ... and for death
Every now and then it seems to me
That there is greatest danger
Lying hidden in the depths of sleep ...
Saddest the wanderer ...
Who is travelling here
For far too often ...
Or just longer than his mortal mind would bare