Cadaveria все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle
It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired
Don't resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright,
obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust
It lives in our heart, but awfully beyond us.
Death is certain but its time is a mystery forever unknown
Every drop of my tears is eternal, death is eternal,

Thirst for life is delightful
Thirst for fame reawakens
Don't tell me to stop thinking,
Don't force me to stop acting,
Don't make me stop speaking...

You can't change me
I would never explain it again.

In you I saw the fear that destroys
You were infected by it.
Fear is an illness, that crawls into souls and contaminates peace.
You didn’t grow up to live in fear
Erase it from your heart, don’t bring it with you.

Join us on the sacred hill of our fathers
And ask their spirits to guide us.

Much madness is divinest sense,
Demur and be dangerous.
I had been hungry of news, creativity and freedom,
Now I can eat of them and I’m not sated yet.

And now I roam the sovereign woods
And every time I speak the mountains straight reply.

============================================
«Lyric»
============================================
Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats
while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death
The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust
while the new secret shines in a golden aura
Past glories could rejoice only a brief instant

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion.
I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity,
rigor, baroque, minimalism
I'm like this music that twists around itself,
that gets torn and recomposes.

Call on me, oh call up, baby.
Call on me, oh call.
Call on me oh call up, darling.
I know who you are.
Come up off your calling chart.
I know where you're coming from.
Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.

Primordial spells have been written on water's surface
The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer
Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge
Ancestral spirits of the elemental space materialize their ethereal shape
Dryads, Naiads, Devas, Oreads.
I trust the practice and theory of what is agreed to call magic
I believe in the spirits' evocation, in the power to create magic illusions,
in the visions of truth in the depth of mind.

Spectre of death influencing our lives, you hang over us
You bite our hips we undergo your second level effects
You sunk us in your vortex, you cyclically return
To molest our certainty.
I reject repetitions, I cannot keep abreast
Of my thoughts, too fast…

I don’t check my weigh, I hate all pre-arranged feasts

My will is invulnerable like air with the sound of my voice

the universe shrinks in a wrinkle of pain.

Listen to me. I will nourish your flesh with blood dew

Explore the labyrinth of memory and free yourself

No time to be religious
No space for individual research.
No time to be religious
Disclose your cervical case
And see enlightened reality is more obscure than a solar eclipse.
Don't barricade yourself in your cocoon of selfishness.
Come out from your comfortable crypt,
from your precious temple,

I woke up from a driven coma.
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear,
Ghosts with bruised bodies.
Faces obscure and sting.

Who don't know anything about themselves.
The night annihilated what they built during the day.
Daylight promotes the weary comedy of courtesy,

Sickness and delirium
Testimony of madness
Electric orgasm of frequencies
Aphrodisiac mosaic of sounds.
Experiencing a complete absence of nostalgia
Producing anti-prosaic impact on symphonies.

Arabesques of notes played by disembodied chess master

Diaphanous figure who silent rides death's wisdom
It's said you came when the weary sky was sinking
into its eternal sleep
And that only your cry would have announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy hills
who at dawn caresses the bare branches of foggy plains
You grew up as a lonely witness of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a gloomy memory

May this poetry remain in your heart
May these notes inebriate your senses
This could be the last chance to light your fire
Before time turn your mind to black
Take a decision about your future
Dare use your invention
Gather up your experiences
Before your energy weaken to black

I write about sensations, moods and apparitions,
while people give parties to cover the silence.
There is no sense in feeling remorse for a thing you could not control.
And death sings...
Would you mind if I die?
What did you want when you continued to ask?
My energies must be direct to an act.
I continually research a sure channel to address my emotive contradictions.

Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable
commerce scrawled in Etruscan language
Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs
People of the black market
of the third world war
Practicing absurd telepathic sensitivities
Obstetricians of the spirit
Investigators of dissipations denounced

Splitting of median entity
Practice of doubt
I look for the truth
in the silent shine of your eyes
Speaking with the forces of the air
Good vibrations, cries and whispers
United in the great enchantment of sound
To die remaining invisible

Imploring visage
An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist
Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity
I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop
feeding yourself with others' memory
Presage of intimate speeches and of obscure and obsessive fantasies
Unavoidable condemnation, complicity, extraneousness
I will never know your truth, nor you mine. We will always be uncertain

For me there is no sun that sets,
There is no moon that rises,
The sundial has no shadows.
I live in thoughts...

For me there is no sun that sets,
There is no moon that rises,
The sundial has no shadows.

Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy sky
Snatch darkness from these hours
devoid of evening and morning
devoid of stars and funereal lightnings.
There is a path with no light and no moon
I ran through it to rescue my flesh
from the poisoned darts.
Modify your mind follow the shapes

After foggy and funereal days
In a mixture of sadness and devotion,
memory and mental escape
I take back my life
A bit confused, but more conscious of my way.
I wish warm affections
True emotions
Absence of artifice.

Celebrate and praise the dead spirit
Bury your hopes with him
Nobody and nothing can rejoice me
except the world of pretence.
The god doesn't deserve my sacrifice
and his image must not be
transfigured in divinity
Let me make experience of me

Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
In his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself
Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
The man is dreaming.

I dream to float on my life’s surface
I am the stranger who looks inside.

A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night
I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.
Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare
His face is grievously embalmed in baked clay.

But his spirit continues to pulse inside me.
He said: “sometimes you need to risk, to do something else,
Ought to forgo guarantees, ‘cause they are also compulsions”.

This is not the silence, but its void
Without memory, fixed in formalin.
Sea without shores and horizons
Wind dissolving dried up remains
Obscurity of visceral holes
Sinking into remote abysses
Fragments of a stigmatized soul
Defying the other side of destiny.

Earth, warmth, death.
Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis
waiting for all is adjusted
trying to justify the difference.
They are asking me to act without being.
Mood sensitive to variations,
To air and fire's vibrations.

Feel the frequency
Perceive your pulse
Trust the ideology
To capture the ancient secret of life.
I'm looking for the antidote to myself
I'm working for my heart's freedom
To rid myself of the other side of me.
To rid myself of this virtual escape from tragedy

Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder
and the flashes of reason
If something must still happen, it shall happen
following the rules of anti-logic
Flee from the ignoble joke of nature,
that vegetates in company of the fetid ignorance
Don't burn your energy trying
to stand your anti-you

I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
Timid essence of an ancestral ego
I had the visions of an enchanted world
Mucked up by the vile actions of men.

I abandoned the oasis of fragility in the desert of my confusion.

I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos