I hear time howling

In the gray tunnels of ages

Like hounded dream I'm crawling

Through the rusted grills and cages

The Gates with statues weeping

With faces blackened wild

I'm passing slowly creeping

Leaving all them behind

On their ruined towers

Where wishes die denied

The bloody axe and flowers

In weird dance unite

I see indistinct pictures

They're real as my fear

Pale-faced, thin-fingered creatures

On rusted grills appear

With terrifying bellows

In dirty clown suits

One plays the broken cello

Another plays the flute

Their tunes are hymns of sadness

Insanity and grief

And guiding light of madness

Is their true belief

And then appears the Lady

Dressed like a princess dead

And snakes with eyes still faded

Have wrapped around her neck

And tears sweet and golden

Have burned her tender skin

She left all sins forgotten

And whispered: