I hear time howling 
In the gray tunnels of ages 
Like hounded dream I'm crawling 
Through [bad word] grills and cages 
The Gates with statues weeping 
With faces blackened wild 
I'm passing slowly creeping 
Leaving all them behind 
On [bad word] 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  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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...