The Pure Nymph - Gothica
The leaves grown dark
By the autumn wind fall
Cover the ground
Cover your body
The wrapping of your being
That hides your true ego
The warm dew of your eyes flows
Nothing is there to wait for her
It gets lost in the void
Nothing needs their torpor
Glitter in the sun
That passes through your body
And immerses it in candid dazzle
The night is coming the orient is dancing
Whirling in his veils voluptuous dance
Wraps the world
And the wood that contains you
Oh my goddess and all is mystery
Possible enigma incomprehensible fear
