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