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Tamer of cares, to weary toil repose

From whom sacred solace in affliction flows

Your dominion is supreme alone

Over all extended, by all things known

Through darkness I follow your inverted torch

Aware of the countless dreams that were scorched And your breath shakes the stems in the poppy fields

Where the silence dwells, vaulting it's shield

Vanquisher of woes, rest of the souls

I abide your refreshing dose

You, the better part of human life

You winged son of mother Night

Not seer or leech, nor lord of the lyre

But mighty fulfiller of mankinds desires

Awaiting the taste of Lethes fine brew

Awaiting to feast on Stygian dew

Once more shrouding life in sweet oblivion

As entering the gates to your dominion

Eternal thy lair, where the sun never shines

Indign are the prayers, unworthy the shrines

The drowsy king with his gentle touch

Dreadful divinity, conqueror of gods

Knowing no greed, knowing no vain

Bearing the greatest gift for good men

And your breath shakes the stems in the poppy fields

Where the silence dwells, vaulting it's shield

Eternal thy lair, where the sun never shines

Indign are the prayers, unworthy the shrines

You, the better part of human life

You winged son of mother Night