Relics
Philippe Fichot
Ethereal wave spirit
Without body nor soul
Only ideal and form
Abstract image of beauty
Past and future of been desolved
Minds and bodies undisenchanted
Ethereal wave spirit
Without body nor soul
Only ideal and form
Abstract image of beauty
While whole is dead
Dark mass unsealed
In for dove blank
And your spirit
Passion faces still motion eyes
Beyond the times and memories
Ethereal wave spirit
Without body nor soul
Only ideal and form
Abstract image of beauty
Oh, my sweet heart
If you love me
Doom for lonely
In this lost world
Oh, my sweet heart
If you love me
Doom for lonely
In this lost world