Oh, bleak muse
Speak now through me
The speech of dreams
My somniloquy
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the night
That sees
That speaks
That shines!
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the darkness
That seeks
That seethes
With terror divine!
And guide my soul
As the night bird born
Upon Deimosian winds
Through the Gate of Horn
Dream, dream, dream
Dream of the dead
That stir
Awaken
And rise!
víctima lítica,
en el jardín de la gorgona.
témpano vigilante,
confidente de los tordos.
sueña, sueña, sueña:
la muerte.
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