Spirits Of The Dead letra

Like a fast start is the sonorous wake,
A voice made of numberless voices.
I'm turning round, looking for you,
But your sound springs from inside.

You reality without essence,
Eternal fire and icy pallor.
Tell me where you are from,
Thou obscure inhabitants of dark.
Are you meloudious and bewitching
Or terrifying and deceptive?

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