Cadaveria Silence 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.