Cadaveria - Far Away From Conformity
Original Version Rerelease Version 1. Blood And Confusion 5:13 1. Blood And Confusion 5:13 2. Eleven Three O Three 4:06 2. Eleven Three O Three 4:06 3. Irreverent Elegy 5:10 3. Irreverent Elegy 5:10 4. The Divine Rapture 6:38 4. The Divine Rapture 6:38 5. Omen Of Delirium 6:10 5. Omen Of Delirium 6:10 6. Call Me (Blondie cover) 3:44 6. Call Me (Blondie cover) 3:44 7. Out Body Experience 5:06 7. Out Body Experience 5:06 8. Prayer Of Sorrow 5:30 8. Prayer Of Sorrow 5:30 9. Vox Of Anti-Time 5:56 9. Vox Of Anti-Time 5:56 total time 47:33 total time 47:33
1. Blood And Confusion 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. I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream Longing for entering the mystery of visible For tasting the sweet horror vacui. I listen to the silence I feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things. I perceive something tragic here And my mind is blood and confusion. 2. Eleven Three O Three Move your body to the rhythm of passion Let senses overwhelm ratio Don't ask anything to yourself Don't waste this moment The echo of weeping is armored in wind That accomplice carries it far away So that it could never be refracted on your heart's walls again. This is a gift nobody can ever steal you A flame neither the ocean can extinguish 'till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secret No external force could disfigure the sweet aspect of this pulsing joy Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts of this harmonious desire Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet So that it can preserve itself and vibrate forever in magnificent poetry. 3. Irreverent Elegy My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors, My temple is made of dark gloomy trees My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors, 'cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain My bed is made of small fresh leaves, moving slowly like a requiem My temple is made of dark gloomy trees, coming loose along a black oval path My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy, composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me. Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart? I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth this effort I believe its benefice can reach the intensity of full and perpetual delight Nothing is true, all is allowed In every dramatic situation there is a subtended element of absurdity and humor Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive Our identities change every day with our memories We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves We change our skin and consistence And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory. 4. The Divine Rapture Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath, perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops, his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk. Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom, He freed himself in an uncensored dance. Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare. Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence. A light dyed with ghost-white his heart, gusts of jade struck his memory. Icon of collective dreams, pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land. He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actions And his moan was like a sweet chant without words. 5. Omen Of Delirium 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 by bland paranoiac chess players Servants of unlikely fragmentary guarantees transcribed in Jewish stenography Imbuing the spirit with unspeakable mutilations Surly police officers of not prostituted lands Junk dealers, sellers of delicious nightmares and of yearnings dried on cells saturated and affected with unknown pathologies Bartered with the rough material of the will Drinkers of heavy fluid sealed in shining amber of dreams. I shell never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands, when the maleficent word scared my shaky brain. 6. Call Me [Blondie cover] 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. Call me (call me), I'll arrive. You can call me any day or night. Call me! Cover me with kisses, baby. Cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets. I'll never get enough. Emotions come, I don't know why. Cover of love's alibi. Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any anytime. Call me (call me), I'll arrive. When you're ready we can share the wine. Call me. Ooh, he speaks the languages of love. Ooh, amore, chiamami (chiamami). Ooh, appelle-moi, mon cheri (appelle-moi). Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway! Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day! Call me (call me) my love. Call me, call me any anytime. Call me (call me) for a ride. Call me, call me for some overtime. Call me (call me) my love. Call me, call me in a sweet design. Call me, call me for your lover's lover's alibi. Call me (call me) I don't mind. Call me, call me any anytime.. Call me. Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime 7. Out Body Experience 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 To fly with the wings of anti-time To unload the wagons of nothing To fling your heart behind the wall Essence of musk and almonds water Concealed behind the closed eyelids of transparent lives Consoled by a sublime forbidden sweetness The memory rewinds again And it grows with new colors Emotional kaleidoscope Crystal of red glass drops Casket of shattered thoughts Cut off light resetting the past Filtrating the space, adoring emptiness Inconsistent entity baptized in rain Vivid presence recreated from dust. 8. Prayer Of Sorrow 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 about life. Bold human beings with severe look, who climb the mountains of loneliness Trembling in the panic of desertion we librate in the luxury of a bitter calyx To know the secret of love that doesn't ask anything I don't want to be forced to laugh just to gratify you I want to startle in a harmonious discretion To dance in the funereal garden of roses, to deny a divided god To say the prayer of sorrow, to lose myself in an angelic orgasm. 9. Vox Of Anti-Time 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 Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all, everything can be brought back to a ridiculous game by the vox of anti-time. You cannot separate happiness from your life, as your life is not exempt form tragedy World is made the contrary of what the common sense is done It leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum, that sings hosanna to the ones who kill and spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life, that worships the false prophets refusing the simplicity of sincere feelings, to protect his own inconsistent shell from the disappointment of raw truth. I am against every stereotype or icons I yearn an antiseptic space, impatient and devoid of shame I know it exists, it is inside me Sometimes outside me I've been there with my mind. Lyrics in plain text format