Из альбома: The Cliff of Suicide
A gentle throb, a warm breath,
The consciousness of travelling,
Of the mysterious end
Distinguish us from cold shadows
Mute voices in the universe,
So different, so anonymous
Creators in the arts:
Orphic, evocative spell
It's cosmic harmony which gets lost
Into the infinite emptiness
| № | Топ 4 Gothica |
|---|---|
| 1 | Gothica - Under the Dock Leaves |
| 2 | Gothica - The Pure Nymph |
| 3 | Gothica - Nel Buio |
| 4 | Gothica - The Monk |