(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  ----------------------------------------