Kings adored, abhorred   Apple, crown and sword   Lions green and red   By fire killed and wed      One more day youÂ'll see   Master good John Dee   Wisdom's granted me   To live eternally      And shining the apparition   On the western window smiles   On our Golden Lane   The Powder Tower that knows   No night from a day      Death in Prague      The bell tolls on the square   The twelve apostols' snare   St Vitus' sun wheels   Look down on broken seals      And as wheel obeys the sun   Abide Europa's son   If dying is the answer   Then dying be done      And golden turned his face   Under torches and death runes   Like all glories short   For those who stand too tall   In black, in Prague      Death in Prague      I'll give you eyes of blue and hair like gold of sun   A mind to see beyond the light of life undone   I'll give your blood so pure as it runs right through your hands   Your Stone to pain you when you're old you'll understand      I'll give you letters five to wear above your eyes   The wisdom of the ages sought by men all-wise   I'll give you a forehead to scream death of living god   I'll give you life I'll give you death