(Milan HlavsaIvan Jirous)

Make haste my dreams

And veil my forehead

With the pre-death shade of night

Make haste my dreams

Let the dead rise from the grave

I would see them and touch them

Touch them, trembling

Let the dead rise from the grave

I fed my life

With what I felt

With terror and pain

The terror I felt

My soul a black abyss

My soul a bottomless abyss

In safety, hold me, my dreams

Till the world's days end

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