Pulnoc End Of The World
(Milan Hlavsa/Ivan 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 ----------------------------------------
