| Song | Penelope |
| Artist | Gothica |
| Album | Night Thoughts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |