Song | Spirits of the Dead |
Artist | Gothica |
Album | Night Thoughts |
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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? |