I love you more than Death: your mournful head,
Your shrouding hair, and your unfathom’d eyes,
And your white body beautiful, alas,
Priestess and victim in love’s holy mass⁠...
Your flesh that loves, and loving ever dies⁠ ⁠...
I could not love you more if you were dead.

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Image: Posle smerti (1915)
Sound: Supersilent - 6.6