CADAVERIA LYRICS

1. Velo (The Other Side Of Hate)

I know it will not be forever, but this is happiness and it’s enough
Now I can see the colors
Now I can feel the voice of silence and satisfy my soul
No way to think to anything else
Deep and new vibrations are engaging my mind
Now I can see the colors
Now I can feel the voice of silence and satisfy my soul
I hate orders. I’m extreme.
Openness and sincerity
Don’t look for anything more,
no property, no egoism, no plans
just give me a reason to come back and stay
No lies, no shells
Do what you feel and prefer
Truth is so liberating – There is greatness in you
Truth is so liberating – Don’t betray yourself
I hate orders. I’m extreme.
No lies, no shells, no egoism, no plans
There is greatness in you. Do not betray yourself.
Deep and new vibrations are now engaging my mind
I wish to soothe myself and extinguish
Don’t run!
Velo
No property, no egoism, no plans
The other side of hate.

2. Carnival Of Doom

Colors, transfigurations, the absurd, the freak.
Come, come ladies and gentlemen
Merry-go-round and sweets
Welcome to this crazy show
Insane asylum for the voices of madness
Poetry and folly as antidotes to life
Vortex of vampires and of blood-soaked nurses
This is the carnival of doom.
This journey begins after darkness.
The beasts will soon dance in the fire
This is the carnival of doom
Colors, transfigurations, the absurd, the freak.
Come, come ladies and gentlemen
Merry-go-round and sweets
Fire-eaters, teddy bears, prizes and guns
Tumblers of the shadows
Contortionists of the spirit
Acrobats of destiny
You’ll experiment the fascination of this Nirvana of noise
Jugglers of life playing with tarots of hope
A Nirvana of noise.
This is the carnival of doom.

3. Free Spirit

This is a nameless night, but it’s so meaningful
Almost perfect it is the scenery
The snow, a party elsewhere…
Somebody in a bed of sex and pleasure.
Let’s soil of blood this pure white falling snow
All’s rising and falling in lies
All’s rising and falling in lies
Lack of answers, absence of truth
Thoughts and actions are overloaded by structures
Find the force to convert this state of absolute absence
in a cradle of art and knowledge
Let’s soil of blood this pure white falling snow
All’s rising and falling in lies
A feeble light to look at for a while
I want to fly, release my free spirit
Let’s soil of blood this pure white falling snow
All’s rising and falling in lies
Inconsistent body, catatonic state of mind
no hurry in this night
no hurry in this night.
Inconsistent body, catatonic state of mind
Delicious and sublime
Delicious and sublime.

4. The Soul That Doesn't Sleep

There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today.
It’s like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest.
I can’t decipher the weeping reason.
There is an implied joy, but these tears are not flowing for joy.
It could be this sick music I’m listening to and the consciousness to be alone,
although I’m going to meet the world.
All my fears come true
All my nightmares come true
It won’t be the dark that will send my soul to sleep.
It won’t be the sun to awake my soul, I’m alive!
I’m free and satisfied.
I’m alive, at least until you survive.
The soul that doesn’t sleep
My, my soul will never sleep
There is a feeling, probably a sensation, that arises in me today.
It’s like a strange form of irrepressible inclination to weeping and rest.
I am alive, at least until you survive.

5. Existence

In a fireflies world already gone when we begin to look at it
Interested in anything disinterested in production
In this fireflies world
Arriving on the threshold of a half-life
I’m troubled by the thought of living only half
I get worked up about the heat of parading,
debilitated by the anxiety of inspecting me inside.
I love men of the great contempt, they are also the men of the great veneration
In life, rather than in chess, the game goes on even after the checkmate.
In a fireflies world already gone when we begin to look at it
Interested in anything disinterested in production
In this fireflies world
Arriving on the threshold of a half-life
I count the forever things I have done
My soul, my skin, the only responsibility
My soul, my skin, testimonies of existence
I love men of the great contempt, they are also the men of the great veneration
In life, rather than in chess, the game goes on even after the checkmate.

6. Out Loud

Silence!
Permeated by a warm and heavy embrace
I still don’t know what it was
Fear of being disappointed again and again
Faithful to my sixth sense.
Torment and dissolution
Pain, I must recover in music
I thought you were so immense
While they were just sensations.
Permeated by my light I touch the stars
Rising from my abyss
Dominated by my wish I’ve no regrets
Hiding myself in darkness I ask for silence
Torment and dissolution. Pain, I must recover in music
I thought you were so immense
While they were just sensations.
I‘ve already expiated enough
I leave you to your damnations.
Seedy forces have exploited my heart. Only music can now save my soul!
I ask for silence! Torment and dissolution
Pain, I must recover in music
I thought you were so immense
While they were just illusions.
I’m asking for silence, out loud.

7. Death, Again

Overheated by passion, wired by the wind and nature
Surfing on the other side of the world
Ho sentito il mio corpo permearsi di paura
To lose all what I gained before
‘cause when you think to defeat it
or at least to pander it, to accept it,
understand it, synthesize it, exorcise it, elaborate it,
here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her.
She wears young clothes, she has weaved
but she opens old wounds again.
Queen, triumphant queen,
inconceivable and sovereign mystery.
Time, time, we never get enough of you.
I dreamt to be bitten by a dog I dreamt to give birth
I dreamt to die and to see myself blowing out
I dreamt to be swallowed by the fog I dreamt to be a toy
I dreamt to be pierced by thousands needles
I didn’t feel any pain, I felt nothing!
Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her.
She wears young clothes, she has weaved
but she opens old wounds again.
Queen, queen, triumphant queen, inconceivable and sovereign mystery.

8. Exercise1

absence absurdity amazement anger anxiety arm art awakening
beauty bed behavior bodies brain breathe
certainty chasm confession consciousness courage creation
damnation dark delight desire (disaster) disappearance (disease)
ecstasy embrace emotions eroticism errors experience expression
fall fate fatigue female fidelity fight flavor forgiveness freedom
genius gift god
hands happiness heart heels hell help hooker
identity imagination
inside instinct intrigue jealousy
kiss knowledge laceration life
lightness limits love lucifer
madness melancholy memory mistake misunderstanding moral mouths mystery
nails nice nightmare oath odor orgasm
pain paradise possession pulse
questions rage reaction reality
relief respect rise ruin seduction
senses sex shame silence sin skin soul
tattoos tears thighs thrill time touch trust truth
understanding union
value voices
waiting watch wound
x y zero

9. Almost Ghostly

Understood I’m plain when I express myself, suffering when
I must censor myself for unknown reasons.
Anything wrong in this?
What’s the boundary between be real and faithful to your soul and let things happen how they
have to go? Between free will and destiny?
Feeling time flowing, perceiving life elapsing
Almost ghostly, blindness follows
Light comes from above
They sit on the branches waiting for the wind
Endangered
I will want passion, I want love
We are the centre, we came first
Murmur words of fire as we came first,
before everybody, before all.
Almost ghostly, almost blur
Forever faithful to our souls
Almost ghostly, almost blur
The light is coming from above

10. Loneliness

Here is me again. Here’s who I am
I live day by day with long term projects
Here is where I arrived
Every day a new tile.
I continue to feel a gap
Something that I call loneliness
I must find a solitude moment to write,
and then music will be born by itself.
This is my path, this is my knowledge
Eating the fruits of a hard long work
You need a great wish to be
Here is where I arrived
Every day a new tile.
I continue to feel a gap
Something that I call loneliness
Lives and souls that seems to touch each other
But that’ll never reach the infinity.

11. Strangled Idols

I contemplate only shreds of truth, that nocturnal gusts make whirlpool
Strangled idols, seduced souls, opaque state of joy
Time after time all idols have been strangled.
resignation to uncertainty, resignation to the essential asymmetry of the world.
Day after day the idols have been strangled.
In this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to exist.
I’m two voices, duality, I’m a witch that must not count to ten
Time after time all idols have been strangled.
resignation to uncertainty, resignation to the essential asymmetry of the world.
Day after day all idols have been strangled.
In this mute instant of silence all reality seems to have its own reason to exist.
Life! Death! Time! Pain! Joy! Silence!
An instance of silence between two noises of life
Cut throat of not lived time
shredded leaves of my wretched life
Death glance, bringer of life
shelled by the system, blinded by faith
guided by instinct, armoured by pain
Time after time all idols have been strangled.
resignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter world.
Time after time all idols have been strangled.
Resignation to uncertainty, resignation to this shutter world.
Day after day all the idols have been strangled
In this pure instant of silence, infected by seduced souls.





CADAVERIA LYRICS