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: "Let me in..."  Her whisper paralyses  And makes illusions fall  Insanity arises  And shines above them all  My curse, my ancient fellow  Made of concrete and tile:  Black widows, lovely gallows  And Joker's deadly smile  Are left for me in cages  With horrors of my dreams  And funny dying angels  With burning violins...