The Eyes of the Dreamer
I looked without seeing
Their steel helmets, their death's-head emblem.
In the face of cowardice, decay, misery,
I woke with a start, torn from my dreams.
The child I was had been consumed by the flames.
My soul had been invaded—devoured
All that was left was a shape that resembled me.
I was nothing but body and the gaze of a dreamer.
There for the taking:
An open tomb,
A summer sun.
Whenever I happened to dream of a better world,
I saw the three gallows, three black ravens,
Erected on the Appelplatz.
The death knell,
The funeral procession was beginning its march.
Death enveloped me, suffocated me,
All around appeared a dance of death.
We were collecting corpses,
Extinct stars and unseeing eyes.
Souls condemned to wander through space
Until the end of time.
My eyes had opened and I was alone
Without God, without man, without love or mercy.
I was seeing the truth in all things.
But all I had to do was close my eyes to see
The whole world pass before me,
To dream of another life.