Gothica

The Land Under The Waves

Gothica


Emptiness prevails 
Over my mind... 

I would deny myself, not think anything, 
Cast myself in the void, 
The wave, slipping fast into it, 
Slipping and then maybe living again 
In a meadow where there are 
Serene people around... 

They love me and dance 
Finally, there is a light.