"Ask me, Lord, anything, but give
Me fate of different breath,
For you're the spring of lives to live,
And giver are of death;
Immortal nimbus overturn,
From eyes remove the fire,
But for all give me in return
One hour of desire ...
From chaos, Lord, I came alive,
My thirst to chaos goes
And, of repose once born, I strive
To go back to repose!"