Every now and then it seems to me

That there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep

Saddesty the wanderer who is travelling here

For far to 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

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

Saddesty the wanderer who is travelling here

For far to often or just longer than his mortal mind would bare