Perséfone plunges us into the gothic romance of the Greek myth, where the goddess of spring is stolen by the lord of the underworld. In Nostra Morte’s Mexican symphonic-metal vision, the narrator longs to begin again inside her beautiful coldness, begging to be heard and carried back into that forbidden realm. Every image—wilted roses, endless night, the end of infinity—paints love as something so intense that even death and time lose their power.
The lyrics pulse with dark desire: the urge to taste what is banned, to sink fangs into a lover’s neck, to stop the clock so passion never fades. By mixing classical mythology with vampiric sensuality, the song celebrates a love that thrives on danger, power, and eternal night. It reminds listeners that some attractions feel inevitable, irresistible, and magnificently unsettling.