| Song | The Land Beyond |
| Artist | Gothica |
| Album | The Cliff of Suicide |
| From the rugged mountains, | |
| Down to the valley, | |
| Amongst the fresh clouds | |
| Which cross my body, | |
| The wind doesn't let me breathe | |
| And I dream of dying. | |
| Everyday I want to enjoy | |
| That sensation of mystery | |
| Which I perceive sometimes, | |
| So strongly, | |
| It swells my heart, | |
| Forgetting that there's no going back. | |
| Delicious dream erases my fear | |
| Of the end which is coming. |