Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Messenger lyrics

The messenger came in the night And sat upon my bed: A fleshless, bone-protruding body And socket-sunken head. And then I knew the ancient bridge Had finally given way, That time had drooped its hands between Tomorrow and today. He menaced with a scrawny fist, He laughed with cruel delight "Oh yes indeed, this poem is The last you'll ever write."