Penelope letra

Fluid is the night which I plunge in,
Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon.

I weave weft of dreams
Erasing them with reality,
I wait for Death
That will come from the sea.

I grow flowers watering them
With blood and I destroy them
With the look of someone who has seen
And knows too much,
They read a world in me,
In me they perceive the dream,
Roads of sea, houses of clouds,
I weave, and my thread is Death.

Gothica - Letras

• Cosmic Harmony
• Deep Lakes of the Soul
• Harmattan
• La Vida Es Sueño
• Lost In Reverie
• Medusa
• Nel Buio
• Nothingness
• Penelope
• Proserpina
• Sepulchres
• Spirit Dance
• Spirits Of The Dead
• Stagione Oscura
• The Cliff of Suicide
• The Grave
• The Land Beyond
• The Land Under The Waves
• The Monk
• The Pure Nymph
• Under the Dock Leaves
• Where The Lilies Fade