In June 1998, GOTHICA released their second demo entitled "Proserpina" (demo of the month – METAL HAMMER Nr. 11 / November 1998). Thanks to this demo, GOTHICA signed the contract with the Swedish Cold Meat Industry label. In April 2000, GOTHICA appeared in the CD compilation "Intimations Of Immortality" vol. 5 by Energeia with the song "The Land Under The Waves" (demo version).
The Cliff of Suicide
Gothica Lyrics
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And a blinding golden path
Shines from the sky onto the sea,
To the white shingle beach which is below you,
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
Wings flutter among the ears of wheat
Like the wind which ripples the sea
And vertically over it
There's the cliff of suicide
On the water more blue than the sky.
The lyrics of Gothica's song, The Cliff of Suicide, describe a vivid and haunting scene of a cliff overlooking the blue sea where people come to end their lives. The first verse sets the tone of the contrasting beauty and horror in this place - everything is bathed in color, and a golden path shines from the sky onto the sea, yet bloodstains stand out like red poppies. The second verse speaks to the tragic desperation of those who end their lives here, the young corpses that find a resting place in this deep tomb, those who can't find consolation in the marvel of sunsets.
However, there is also a sense of freedom and release in the imagery of the final verse. Wings flutter among the ears of wheat, the wind ripples the sea, and there's the cliff of suicide, standing vertically over it. The line "on the water more blue than the sky" suggests that the final release of death may offer more peace and beauty than life ever could. This song is a powerful commentary on the complex emotions of hopelessness, desperation, and surrender that can lead one to view death as the only way out.
Line by Line Meaning
When everything is bathed in colour
When life is happening all around and everything appears to be good
And a blinding golden path
A bright path that seems to lead towards success or happiness
Shines from the sky onto the sea,
A vision of beauty that inspires hope and awe
To the white shingle beach which is below you,
At the bottom of everything is a barren, empty place
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.
The reality of death and pain is always present
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Death is a comforting release from the struggles and pain of life
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
People who have given up hope and can find no solace in life
In the marvel of your sunsets.
Even beauty can't compensate for the emptiness of life
Wings flutter among the ears of wheat
The natural world continues to go on, regardless of human suffering
Like the wind which ripples the sea
Vast and uncontrollable powers that exist beyond human understanding
And vertically over it
A vertical drop off into nothingness
There's the cliff of suicide
A common escape for those who have lost all hope
On the water more blue than the sky.
Even the beauty of the natural world can't compare to the desire to escape pain and suffering
Contributed by Charlotte Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@3von3
When everything is bathed in colour
And a blinding golden path
Shines from the sky onto the sea,
To the white shingle beach which is below you,
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
In the marvel of your sunsets.
Wings flutter among the ears of wheat
Like the wind which ripples the sea
And vertically over it
There's the cliff of suicide
On the water more blue than the sky.
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
In the marvel of your sunsets.
@3von3
When everything is bathed in colour
And a blinding golden path
Shines from the sky onto the sea,
To the white shingle beach which is below you,
Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
In the marvel of your sunsets.
Wings flutter among the ears of wheat
Like the wind which ripples the sea
And vertically over it
There's the cliff of suicide
On the water more blue than the sky.
In your deep tomb, receive the young corpses
Of those who are tired of living, those who can't find consolation
In the marvel of your sunsets.
@chris2162003
Wait she sings all of this
@chris2162003
I love it
@lohan4909
I spent years looking for this video and eventually gave up. I didn't remember the name of the song or the band, just this video that I'd watch over and over 18 years ago. I can't believe I've just found it! So many memories, so many emotions! Thank you to whoever uploaded it. From the bottom of my heart.
@xelacrypt
gees, i just found it on my fossilized hdd, i remember that i was like 17 when i brought it home on a fucking 3inch floppy from an internet cafe :DD
@chris2162003
Yeah me too a channel be good hesperos I love her voice so relaxing
@chris2162003
@suy best shit ever!
@chris2162003
I love her stuff
@hajarbelhachmi6586
It is masterpiece
@chris2162003
Thank you for keeping this available 😘