Gothica - Penelope Lyrics
Fluid is the night which I plunge in,Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon.I weave weft of dreamsErasing them with reality,I wait for DeathThat will come from the sea.I grow flowers watering themWith blood and I destroy themWith the look of someone who has seenAnd 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.